Livin’ on the edge of the county line. ( S1 Week 2 )

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(Chorus)
So kick up the dust on a red dirt road
I’m lightnin’ the load, I’m throwin’ off the luck
With a guitar case and a tank full of gas
I’m runnin’ through the moments, watchin’ ‘em pass.
Yeah, it’s a high-lonesome sound and a restless soul
Just a runaway train that’s outta control
Catch me if you can, ‘cause I’m feelin’ just fine
Livin’ on the edge of the county line.

(Verse 2)
The radio’s bust, just static and hum
But I’m tappin’ my boots to a gospel drum
That I hear in the wind sweepin’ through the pines
I’m readin’ the truth in the jagged designs.
My mama said, "Boy, you gotta settle your feet,"
But the mountain air tastes a whole lot sweeter than the street.
I’d rather be hungry with the stars in my sight
Than a king in a parlor on a Friday night.

(Bridge)
Ain't got no master, ain't got no debt
Just the best damn morning that I’ve ever met!

(Outro)
Yeah, just past the line.
Keep on rollin’.

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(Verse 1) Well, the foreman’s hollerin’ ‘bout a deadline due But the sun’s hittin’ gold on a sky so blue I got ten bucks crumpled in my denim pocket And a heart that’s jumpin’ like a high-speed rocket. I ain't lookin’ for trouble, but I ain’t lookin’ for work I’m lookin’ for a highway where the low light lurk To get away from the noise, get away from the grind Leave the heavy lifting for the fools behind. (Chorus) So kick up the dust on a red dirt road I’m lightnin’ the load, I’m throwin’ off the luck With a guitar case and a tank full of gas I’m runnin’ through the moments, watchin’ ‘em pass. Yeah, it’s a high-lonesome sound and a restless soul Just a runaway train that’s outta control Catch me if you can, ‘cause I’m feelin’ just fine Livin’ on the edge of the county line. (Verse 2) The radio’s bust, just static and hum But I’m tappin’ my boots to a gospel drum That I hear in the wind sweepin’ through the pines I’m readin’ the truth in the jagged designs. My mama said, "Boy, you gotta settle your feet," But the mountain air tastes a whole lot sweeter than the street. I’d rather be hungry with the stars in my sight Than a king in a parlor on a Friday night. (Chorus) So kick up the dust on a red dirt road I’m lightnin’ the load, I’m throwin’ off the luck With a guitar case and a tank full of gas I’m runnin’ through the moments, watchin’ ‘em pass. Yeah, it’s a high-lonesome sound and a restless soul Just a runaway train that’s outta control Catch me if you can, ‘cause I’m feelin’ just fine Livin’ on the edge of the county line. (Bridge) Ain't got no master, ain't got no debt Just the best damn morning that I’ve ever met! (Chorus) So kick up the dust on a red dirt road I’m lightnin’ the load, I’m throwin’ off the luck With a guitar case and a tank full of gas I’m runnin’ through the moments, watchin’ ‘em pass. Yeah, it’s a high-lonesome sound and a restless soul Just a runaway train that’s outta control Catch me if you can, ‘cause I’m feelin’ just fine Livin’ on the edge of the county line. (Outro) Yeah, just past the line. Keep on rollin’.

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