I’m drivin’ down that old word road.
I’m leavin’ home for good.
My suitcase packed with all my clothes,
I’m just doin’ what I think I should.
Grew up my grandparent’s house,
‘Cause my parents were in jail.
Used to screaming so silently
With the wind and the hail.
That old beaten road
You used to ride it everyday,
And when the sun came up
We’d be out in her sweet rays.
Bitter sweet baby
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