(David Stephenson/Clay Blaker)
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I was one of those guys
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Who though he could handle it all
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Way too much pride
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Head held up high standing tall
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I was raised in a dusty old rodeo town
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They said I was all around cowboy bound
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So I set out after the dream
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To answer the call
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Now there's too many suitcases
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Too many new places
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Too many stranger's faces
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Calling me their friend
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If I could go my way
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I'd go home today
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There's too many highways
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That never seems to end
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Well it's a long way up
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To the top of the hill
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And if you cant pay the price
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There's always someone who will
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So you keep on running and you never back
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It keeps getting harder to stay on track
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And you wonder if anyone knows
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How you really feel
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Now there's too many suitcases
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Too many new places
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Too many stranger's faces
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Calling me their friend
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If I could go my way
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I'd go home today
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There's too many highways
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That never seems to end
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Lord I traded all I had for what could be
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Now from this rundown motel room all I can see
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Now there's too many suitcases
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Too many new places
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Too many stranger's faces
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Calling me their friend
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If I could go my way
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I'd go home today
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There's too many highways
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That never seems to end
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Too Many Highways
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| Ty England |
