Highways, Dirt Roads, Train Tracks And Bars

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Highways, Dirt roads, Train Tracks and Bars

I guess it started when I was born
I had that ramblin outlaw
Running through my blood
I’d say I tried to be good
But that would be a lie
I was getting into trouble
By the time that I was five

I’ve slept under the stars
In the red rocks of Sedona
Without a dollar to my name
I rode an Amtrak
From Flagstaff to New York
And back again
I’ve hitchhiked
And met so many faces
That I know Ill never see again

I’ve been banned from a dive bar
Up north on Whiskey Row
Almost lost my life at eighteen
Down in San Carlos, Mexico
The Grand Canyon I hiked it
I’ve been lost in San Anton
Driving without a license
In a stolen car
With no place to call home

Most people like to live it safe
While they dream about the stars
I’ve lived my life on
Highways, dirt roads, train tracks and bars

Been to Nothing Arizona
I’ve roamed the streets of Chicago
When I was just a teen
Got lost in the sideshow of Times Square
Amongst the freaks and the peep shows
Shared a drink with those
Who’s lives have become ghosts

No maps or cellphones
I’ve traveled the back roads
From Alexandria
To that mountain town Jerome
Laid down on a cardboard box
So thirsty I prayed for rain
Also woke up covered in mud
In a monsoon drenched ditch

Some people like to read books
So their mind can take them far
The pages of my life were written by
Highways, dirt roads, train tracks and bars

It’s been an honor
And a privilege to know
The people that I have called friends
And the places I’ve called home
I’ve had my luck run out
I’ve beat the devil too
Laughed at the grin reaper
And thanked God I lived to tell

Put my feet on the sandy beach
Of bright San Diego
Lost my money and my mind
On the Las Vegas strip
Long before the old hotels
Fell like ancient myths
Took the ferry between
Laughlin and Bullhead

Most people like to live it safe
While they dream about the stars
I’ve lived my life on
Highways, dirt roads, train tracks and bars

I’ve been in a scrap or two
Kicked some ass
And had mine kicked too
A broken nose
Some broken bones
And a few well placed scars
But I never ran from trouble
Though sometimes it chased me down

Been on the run
I’ve lived it up
Rode alone on a train
When I was just sixteen
Staring out the window
Wondering where I would wind up
And reflecting on
The places I had been

Maybe I met you
Somewhere along the line
Amongst the highways and dirt roads
The train tracks and the bars

Written and copyrighted by William Panzarella

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