Chris Knight

Rural Route
I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fillTalked to God all night, took another shot at setting me rightThen I walked down to the road, filled a beer can full of 22 holesThen I said goodbye, yeah I said goodbye[Chorus]I'd go back but I can't go home, cause river is up and the road is closedAnd there ain't no telephone ? at my mothers' house And all the lights are out, down on the rural routeThere ain't much of nothin' left, this place where I became myselfGhosts and memories, I'd walk on by but they'd follow meI'd seen plenty on down the road. Asked him if he'd seen my brotherHe just said no, well I guess I'd better go[Chorus]I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fillTalked to God all night, took another shot at setting me rightThen I'd just walk away, ain't nothin' here I want to remember anywayLeast not today[Chorus: x2] From Letras Mania