"American Trail" lyrics

Oh boy, Good Lord
Got your clothes for the American trail
Oh boy, your choice
Trade your toys for the hammer and nail
Saddle up, hit the road
Got a long, long way to go
Time is running, real low
And they ain't making no more

Dear child, so wild
Don't worry 'bout running thin
Every choice, every mile
Is right on your fingertips
Hurry on, don't be late
Got a meeting real soon with fate
It's all before you on your plate
Just waiting on a name yet to be made

So catch your breath, settle on in
Find out the hard way is the best way to win
Fall on down and count your sins
The American trail's 'bout to strike again
'Bout to strike again

Eighteen, dream fiend
Don't let 'em try to drag you down
No sleep, new scene
Not looking for the fast way out
Your head stays down in that mud
Your soul is tired, and your hands are done
Get your rest when the sun goes down
When it comes back up, you're heading out

Catch your breath, settle on in
Find out the hard way is the best way to win
Fall on down and count your sins
The American trail's 'bout to strike again
Oh, 'bout to strike again

So, catch your breath, settle on in
Find out the hard way is the best way to win
Fall on down and count your sins
The American trail's 'bout to strike again

Catch your breath, settle on in
Find out the hard way is the best way to win
Fall on down and count your sins
The American trail's 'bout to strike again
'Bout to strike again
The American trail's 'bout to strike again
Oh, 'bout to strike again