There is no explanation I do owe ya No gold plated promises to visit or to call ya And the only place that I feel free these days Is with a long stretch of road behind me And a good long stretch ahead
It's just there's mountains in the way But its always been that way I guess And that long black cloud settles over my head to rest And the only place that I feel free these days Is with a long stretch of road behind me And a long stretch of road ahead.
You all ask me where I've come from and where Im going Don't y'all know my resentments slowly growing And like a cancer it will chew you up So I tell ya I've a long stretch of road behind me And a good long stretch ahead.
So pack up my troubles in an old kit bag Sink or swim there's still fun to be had That old scythe sweeper is tugging at my shirt But its life I fear, death really shouldn't hurt Its just there's mountains in the way But it's always been that way I guess And that long black cloud settles over my head to rest And the only place that I feel free these days Is with a long stretch of road behind me And a good long stretch ahead.
I came across Carmen crying in the gutter She said my friend's gone an' left me And I know it shouldn't matter I said Carmen girl, you've had plenty of time To think things through You need better friends, that much is true
She said there's mountains in my way But its always been that way, I guess And that long black cloud always Settles over my head to rest And the only place that I feel free these days Is with a long stretch of road behind me And a good long stretch ahead.
Now there is ink under everybody's skin But Carmen she cleaned up the huge mess that she was in. Carmen ditched her friend, she keeps better company, She is moving down the line and climbing up that tree.
It's just there's mountains in the way But its always been that way I guess And that long black cloud settles over my head to rest And the only place that I feel free these days Is with a long stretch of road behind me And a good long stretch ahead.
I took my hand to the edge of the mountain, but I ain't no Hendrix I tried to put time in a bottle, but hey, that's no way to end this The Roadhouse closed its doors in '72, But you opened your heart to me and I opened mine to you
It's just we had mountains in the way But its always been that way I guess And that long black cloud settles over our heads to rest And the only place that we felt free those days Was with a long stretch of road behind us And a good long stretch ahead.
