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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peytan Porter
Peytan Porter
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peytan Porter
Peytan Porter
Composer
Brinley Addington
Brinley Addington
Composer
Matt Morrissey
Matt Morrissey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Greg Bates
Greg Bates
Producer

Lyrics

There's always pots and black kettles
Low hanging fruit on the vine
There's always room for more dirty laundry on the line
'Round here's a different business
Our own is all we mind
It's a long up hill path less taken
It's a climb
Up here on the high road
We take a lot of low blows
We keep our mouth closed
While the town goes talking
We tell ourselves one day
Things are gonna go our way
Up here on the high road
We just keep on walking
We roll with all of the punches
We're black and blue from every stick and stone
We could show the world their true colors
But we don't
Up here on the high road
We take a lot of low blows
We keep our mouth closed
While the town goes talking
We tell ourselves one day
Things are gonna go our way
Up here on the high road
We just keep on walking
Yeah we keep on walking
Left, right, hey hey
One day it's gonna go my way
Keep up, keep on
I know I ain't going alone
Left, right, hey hey
One day it's gonna go my way
Keep up, keep on
I know I ain't going alone
Up here on the high road
We take a lot of low blows
We keep our mouth closed
While the town goes talking
Yea we tell ourselves one day
Things are gonna go our way
Up here on the high road
We just keep on walking
Up here on the high road
We just keep on walking
We keep on walking
Written by: Brinley Addington, Matt Morrissey, Peytan Porter
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