Martin Sexton – “Freedom of The Road”

*Rolling!* Ok In a westerly direction This car is my train I’m driving and I’m wonderin’ What it is I’m runnin’ from again And I feel like an eighty year old man Holdin’ on to twenty nine And up ahead on that horizon is the California
line I’ve had enough of this freedom on the road Never was good with decisions Least that’s what I’ve been told Up ahead a
truck’s carryin’ a wide load A pre-fab house cut in half A cute little front door and two windows I’m not sure whether to cry or should I laugh You see I broke a home up myself once As I stumbled to that door I read that note by the dawn’s light Said don’t you come round here anymore I’ve had enough of this freedom on the road Never was good with decisions, no That’s what I’m been told Holdin on to this ticket ‘Cause one day I’ll pass this toll Magic road grant your freedom To some one else for I’ll be comin’ home There’ll be no more pay per view movies In these economy motels No more trash in my back seat From burger queen or taco hell Oh no No more playin’ my trump card For the ladies in the lounge I think I’ll leave a little somethin’ out
there For the next travelin’ man to scrounge Well I mean it, yes I do, it’s true I ain’t gonna lie And I know there’s got to be someone out there Who still believes I got that home I carry his picture in my back pocket Along with these rocks I found in Arizona
I want to show him And I know I’ll return to that awkward silence And so much work I’ve never known But I know if I make these amends I got a good chance of regaining that trust Of my long lost son Oh I’ve had enough, child, of my freedom on
the road The good Lord better come and help me Before I grow old Holdin on to this ticket It’s to help pay this toll Magic road grant your freedom Put your sweet feet out ‘Cause I’m comin’ home

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