Rural Route

I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fill
Talked to God all night, took another shot at setting me right
Then I walked down to the road, filled a beer can full of 22 holes
Then I said goodbye, yeah I said goodbye
I’d go back but I can’t go home, cause river is up & the road is closed
& there ain’t no telephone… at my mothers' house
& all the lights are out, down on the rural route
There ain’t much of nothin' left, this place where I became myself
Ghosts & memories, I’d walk on by but they’d follow me
I’d seen plenty on down the road. Asked him if he’d seen my brother
He just said no, well I guess I’d better go
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I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fill
Talked to God all night, took another shot at setting me right
Then I’d just walk away, ain’t nothin' here I want to remember anyway
Least not today
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