
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 got clean and now preaches Original Sin
Carmen ditched her friend, she keeps better company
And we are all waiting for him to show up
And lead us on to Calvery.
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.