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

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I'd go back but I can't go home, cause river is up & the road is closed

& there aint no telephone at my mothers' house

& all the lights are out, down on the rural route

There aint 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, aint nothin' here I want to remember anyway

Least not today

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