When your road is lonely
In the light of day
When the world comes at you
Each and every day
You're on the long road
Yeah, my girl, she been creepin
You know I ain't been sleepin
Bottle of pills in my head, I'm keepin
Thought you got got me weepin
My faith is gone, I'm on the deep end
Let me tell you what I'm just about to do
Now I'm psycho in the head like the dudes that'll shoot at the dudes in Chicago
Now people just call me uncle
You know I ain't been sleepin
Bottle of brew in my hand , I'm keepin
Proud of you got got me weepin
Service revolver, up under the seat
Got me all stressed, don't want to eat
Got a shotgun in my hand with the weed
And the lean, and the brew, and the shadows
When your road is lonely
When the world's lonely
In the light of day
When the world comes at you
Each and every day
You're on the long road um
Yeah, my world you been peepin
My drip, you say, out of season
Walk a thousand miles, no rhyme or reason
Boy these girls, I'm tired of pleasin
Allergies, it's ratchet season
Slavin' hard just for the weekend
Blow the money, I ain't ah cheapin
Kick the ball right down the street
Now people just call me loco
You know I ain't been sleepin
Sun is up, awake and I'm dreamin
Solitude, my mind is seekin
Bouquet of flowers up under the seat
Let me tell you what a grown man should do
Gotta lay low with the weed, and the brew,
In the cut with the nude and ah bible
Each and every day
Na, na, you, you
Rolling Calf - Long Road Lyrics
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When your road is lonely
In the light of day
When the world comes at you
Each and every day
You're on the long road
Yeah, my girl, she been creepin
You know I ain't been sleepin
Bottle of pills in my head, I'm keepin
Thought you got got me weepin
My faith is gone, I'm on the deep end
Let me tell you what I'm just about to do
Now I'm psycho in the head like the dudes that'll shoot at the dudes in Chicago
Now people just call me uncle
You know I ain't been sleepin
Bottle of brew in my hand , I'm keepin
Proud of you got got me weepin
Service revolver, up under the seat
Got me all stressed, don't want to eat
Got a shotgun in my hand with the weed
And the lean, and the brew, and the shadows
When your road is lonely
When the world's lonely
In the light of day
When the world comes at you
Each and every day
You're on the long road um
Yeah, my world you been peepin
My drip, you say, out of season
Walk a thousand miles, no rhyme or reason
Boy these girls, I'm tired of pleasin
Allergies, it's ratchet season
Slavin' hard just for the weekend
Blow the money, I ain't ah cheapin
Kick the ball right down the street
Now people just call me loco
You know I ain't been sleepin
Sun is up, awake and I'm dreamin
Solitude, my mind is seekin
Bouquet of flowers up under the seat
Let me tell you what a grown man should do
Gotta lay low with the weed, and the brew,
In the cut with the nude and ah bible
Each and every day
Na, na, you, you
In the light of day
When the world comes at you
Each and every day
You're on the long road
Yeah, my girl, she been creepin
You know I ain't been sleepin
Bottle of pills in my head, I'm keepin
Thought you got got me weepin
My faith is gone, I'm on the deep end
Let me tell you what I'm just about to do
Now I'm psycho in the head like the dudes that'll shoot at the dudes in Chicago
Now people just call me uncle
You know I ain't been sleepin
Bottle of brew in my hand , I'm keepin
Proud of you got got me weepin
Service revolver, up under the seat
Got me all stressed, don't want to eat
Got a shotgun in my hand with the weed
And the lean, and the brew, and the shadows
When your road is lonely
When the world's lonely
In the light of day
When the world comes at you
Each and every day
You're on the long road um
Yeah, my world you been peepin
My drip, you say, out of season
Walk a thousand miles, no rhyme or reason
Boy these girls, I'm tired of pleasin
Allergies, it's ratchet season
Slavin' hard just for the weekend
Blow the money, I ain't ah cheapin
Kick the ball right down the street
Now people just call me loco
You know I ain't been sleepin
Sun is up, awake and I'm dreamin
Solitude, my mind is seekin
Bouquet of flowers up under the seat
Let me tell you what a grown man should do
Gotta lay low with the weed, and the brew,
In the cut with the nude and ah bible
Each and every day
Na, na, you, you
Writer: Brent Schaefer
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