| Walking an unfamiliar road, standing in an unusual grove of trees, questioning life’s uncertainties, wandering in a mysterious landscape, wondering what lies ahead. |
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Picked an apple from a tree, gave to the one I love No one standing there but me, in the middle of the grove Make the journey by myself, put my heart above my head Put my heart up on a shelf, dust it off before I’m dead I hit the open road, won’t look back on the past, I hit the open road I’m no better than the rest, I’m no better than the rest Bide my time before I go, never was the loving kind Rode a horse upon the snow, as we drift in to the pines Wander down an empty path, no one else to see me there The sun is breaking through the trees, the sound of crows are everywhere I hit the open road, won’t look back on the past, I hit the open road I’m no better than the rest, I’m no better than the rest I know I’m not a perfect man, I’ve got faults in every way Been forgiven once again, not too late for us to pray Feel it coming to an end, it’s alright my mama said Not one dollar we can spend, on our souls before we’re dead I hit the open road, won’t look back on the past, I hit the open road I’m no better than the rest, I’m no better than the rest, I’m no better than the rest |