This Road

It's a long drive down this highway To a place where I call home Where a little brown-eyed lady Sits there patient by her phone Stays up waiting and keeps praying When I come home I'm not stoned I can't make no promise, baby This job works me to the bone I've been talking to my God My God, he talks to me a lot Tells me, boy, just keep on praying Give it everything you got I've been trying, I've been trying, feels like I'm just grasping straws I don't know if I can take much more Cause oh this road takes a toll On any man that's out here Searching for his soul And oh this road takes a toll On any man that's out here searching for his soul Well, I did one night in the slammer In a town in Alabama For doing things That I was too drunk To know I'd done I met a man I wasn't a fan of Had some business I had to handle Called me Yankee So I showed him What a Yankee was And I'ma get home to my babies That's a yes, sir, there's no maybe This boy was made to run free I'ma come home with that gravy I mean eggs and bakey That whole family's waiting on me And oh this road takes a toll On any man that's out here Searching for his soul And oh this road takes a toll On any man that's out here Searching for his soul I was working like a dog Down by the beach Outside of Wilmy Stopped into a bar If my girl knew She'd probably try and kill me She heard stories of the glory days The boys would spend down here Many nights under neon lights, Making it hard for me to see clear If you're in it for the long haul She'll get you home She'll get you home If you're in it for the long haul She'll get you home She'll get you home And oh this road takes a toll On any man that's out here Searching for his soul And oh this road takes a toll On any man that's out here searching for his soul