Road with No Lines

There's a road with no lines

Off I️-65

left at the station

Is right where I️ leave It all behind

Windows rolled down

Tires on the ground

Radio up in my truck and there's no one around

I️ drive down the middle

I️ Swerve just a little

To Strait's Amarillo that fiddle makes me wanna cry

man ain't it something

I️ think about nothing and everything at the same time

My windshield is cracked, but so

Is this beer,

It's a longer way home, but it

Feels like I'm home when I'm

Here

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I think about heartbreaks that

I thought we're mistakes,

I love how this road makes it ok,

To keep it in drive

man ain't it something

I️ think about nothing and everything at the same time

Its a road with no lines

But This road is lined

With a Creek bed, hickory, juniper, cedar and pine

I️ get life right

About half of the time

I know I'm no hero (angel), but hell I know

This road don't mind

I️ drive down the middle

I️ Swerve just a little

To Strait's Amarillo that fiddle makes me wanna cry

man ain't it something

I️ think bout nothing and everything at the same time

There's a road with no lines

Off I️-65

left at the station

Is right where I️ leave It behind