I sat down last week To write a song about love Something to make young lovers cry But I was lost in doubt I'd never had what I was writing about So
More road up ahead My radio still broken The spinning of the wheels and the fenceline lead my way Your picture on the dash And the need to fly so high
I've got the western stars to guide me Dixie Sweet and low all night low I can hear those fiddles high above me A woman smiles as I sing my song I've
