A Long Road Home

	  		A Long Road Home 

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How I long to feel the salty wind  
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Off Galveston Bay in my face once again  
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A warm southern wind on my weather worn skin  
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Perhaps I would not feel so old  


Now I long to hold the golden sand  
In the hollow of my hand  
Stand for a while there and fill in the hole  
Left in the heart of a wounded old soul  

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Here?s to tomorrow, here,s to today  
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Here?s to whatever I never did say  
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Here?s to old friends who have gone seperate ways  
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Here?s to the memories  

How I long to be in those East Texas woods  
I would be in those old piney woods if I could  
On a hot summer mornin' down Centerville Way  
With the windows rolled down in my old Chevrolet  

Just cruisin' the backroads with nothin' but time  
Three nickels short of having a dime  
Miles from the highway with no hill left to climb  
Me and the whisperin' pine  

Here?s to tomorrow, here,s to today  
Here?s to whatever I never did say  
Here?s to your love you are happy I pray  

Out on this long stretch of Interstate 10  
That ole Del Rio station just keeps rollin' right in  
Many the night it was my only friend  
Me and the radio  

The Silver Moon Cafe was once out this way  
Like Route 66 boys it too had its day  
And this rusty old sign here is all that remains  
My how the times have changed  

They tell me ole Bud Rose hocked his guitar  
Bought a ticket to Nashville to become a big star  
Now he works on a bottle and he lives in a car  
Do you still have your dreams  

You remember the old town here yesterday  
The walk from the Ryman to the Linebow Cafe  
We would stop in at Tootsies and Tubbs on the way  
And slowly head East down to First and Broadway  

Hey look at that ole river but how it just keeps rollin'  
If it was a clock I could stop I would try  
I would let it roll down on about '65  
Perhaps I would not feel so old  

Hoist all the sails Bud to hell with the breeze  
Prayed for a wind that will bend every tree  
And a storm that will bring every man to his knee  
Heres to the howlin' sea  

Here?s to tomorrow heres to today  
Here?s to whatever I never could say  
Here?s to the piper the bastards been paid  

Down on this long stretch of Interstate 10  
El Paso to Phoenix to L.A. and then it is north to northwest  
I just follow the wind  
And by midnight tonight I will be home in Springfield again