"Trail Less Traveled" lyrics

"Trail Less Traveled"

Woke up in a boxcar west of Memphis
Sign says "Little Rock", I must've missed it
Ain't out nothing 'cause I didn't buy a ticket
So I'll hop on the highway and try to hitch it

Brake light license plate says "Texas"
Said "I'll take ya as far as the Dallas exit"
Traded stories over truckstop breakfast
Can't get lost if you don't know where you're headed

The wind is my compass
My heart is my north star
The way that it's going is working out so far
So keep your streets of gold
And your roads of gravel
I'm living my life down a trail less traveled

Won two hundred on an Amarillo scratch off
Found a dive bar and I drank 'til last call
Tip my last twenty to the cover band
Ah, 'cause money ain't nothing to a ramblin' man

The wind is my compass
My heart is my north star
The way that it's going is working out so far
So keep your streets of gold
And your roads of gravel
I'm living my life down a trail less traveled

Sun coming up on the Frisco Bay
Another new town, another new day
Just as I'm getting used to this place
I hear the whistle of another train

I don't belong here
I'm owned by nothing at all
All I've ever wanted is to see the morning sun
And if you want to hold me, hold me tight
I'll be gone before the morning light
If you want to hold me, hold me tight
I'll be gone before the morning light


Writer(s): Mark Chandler, William Benjamin Roberts, Colby Acuff
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