"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

Oh, girl, good God, it'd be easy to take your gritted teeth for a grin
Little bird, I know what it is to fly, carrying your mama's ghost
And the headwinds howl against your calling
Still, you've come such a long, long way from home
In the dark, all alone, you're going where your blood's never gone before

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

Mm, 'bout to strike again
The American trail's 'bout to strike again
Oh, 'bout to strike again