The Road
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by Patty Larkin
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It was on a summer's evening
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the air was still and calm
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I dove out to the highway
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where a traveler's soul belongs
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I could hear the highway crying
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that lonesome road did wail
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I took off for the horizon
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like I'd spent my life in jail
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like I'd been in jail
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I drove faster and faster
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the tires would not slow
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just one more mile
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then after
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it's homeward I will go
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it's back home I'll go
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then the darkness did surround me
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a cold fog settled in
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it was my eyes and the headlights
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who'd seen where we had been
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who knew where we'd been
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then the road rose up to meet me
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and gathered me in it's arms
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whispered to me sweetly
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I'll keep you safe from harm
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you'll never know harm
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leave your home leave your family
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leave them all behind
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there are golden fields
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and valleys
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the kind that poets rhyme
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run and tell my little sister
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her hair is flowing red
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tell her that I miss her and
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I'm anything but dead
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tell her i'm not dead
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The Road
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| Patty Larkin |
