High Road

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