But now I live like I own the place On the road below me I smile at the joys of travelling On the road below me I can handle almost everything On the road below me
Proud When Im A Dad, When I Have A Daughter Or A Son. From The Mountain Tops, Where The Wind Blows To The Green Valleys Down Below. Where The Snow Melts
Send a telegram Tell me your thoughts I want to live for a day And the way that we lost But it was under the train Got crissed not crossed Left the keys
if you know me I was born in a rented room My mother didn't get no flowers Dad didn't approve of me, do you? I'm alive with something inside of me And
side of the road But each time the devil's caught me I remembered what they taught me In brush arbors by the side of the road Old brush arbors by the
long gone past How old Tige pulled me from a creek when I had no pulse or breath How he saved me from the changin' bull that gored my dad to death As
ll hear the dance music from down below Walking arm in arm through the summer air With drinks in hand at the end of old Croy Road We lost my dad when
Be Proud When Im A Dad, When I Have A Daughter Or A Son. From The Mountain Tops, Where The Wind Blows To The Green Valleys Down Below. Where The Snow
