50 In The Fast Lane - Garrett Bradford

50 In The Fast Lane

Garrett Bradford

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Lyric

There's nothin' like a farm road on a stormy summer day

Watch the clouds sail in like ships, as my dreams pull me away

From the comfort of a future, to the fear of the unknown

Searching for a garden for the seeds I'm gonna sew

And ol' Haggard's on the radio singing me back home

But my mind's too busy thinking bout the things that I don't know

Hope my mama's prayers save her only boy from hell

As I throw my last two cents down a neon wishing well

It's just me and this old dog, rollin' 50 in the fast lane

On the way to God knows where, driving all night through the rain

It's a long ways to the top, but we're ready for a climb

Living in a song that I write

Well I found myself forgotten in a tiny Texas town

Where the beer joints couldn't pay me, 'cause I couldn't bring a crowd

Nobody wants to two step to six strings and the truth

As I watched the whiskey slowly fill the fountain of my youth

So I spent my last ten dollars on a local classified

Found a picker and a fiddler, the bass and drums made five

And we cut our teeth the hard way, it's all we ever knew

And the good folks came to see us, and danced to all my tunes

It's just me and this ol' band, rolling 80 in the fast lane

On the way to San Jacinto, Driving all night through the rain

A long ways from the top, but our name's up on the sign

Living in a song that I write

Now those record men are calling me to buy up all my rights

So a daddy's boy from Boston can sing about my life

CMT sensation talking 'bout what he don't know

They pay me to keep my mouth shut

And my country ass back home

But it's hard to be bitter when them checks are rollin' in

Bought a place to run Pa's cattle, Put mama in a Benz

Yea the hurtin's all behind us, guess the Good Lord had a plan

For the cowboy kid from Texas, drinking Coors out of the can

It's just me and this old dog, back to 50 in the fast lane

In a pre-owned Coupe DeVille, with some home grown in the ash tray

A long ways from the top, but I guess we're doing fine

Living in a song that I write

Living in a song that I write

- It's already the end -