(Style: Traditional Country / Philosophic Storytelling / Mid-Tempo Acoustic) (Intro - [Akustikgitarren-Strumming, eine Mundharmonika spielt eine einsame Melodie, dann setzt ein entspannter Schlagzeug-Beat ein]) (Verse 1) When I first climbed in this seat, I was green and young, I ground the gears and stalled the pipe before the run begun. I thought the road was straight and flat, an easy ride to take, But life, it throws you curves, for heaven's sake. You learn to read the asphalt, you learn to read the sky, You learn that days go slow, but the years go flyin' by. (Chorus) 'Cause life is like a heavy haul, shifting through the dim, You got your mountains high, and your valleys grim. Some roads are paved with gold, some are rough and stone, Some miles you share with friends, and some you drive alone. You gotta hold the wheel steady, through the joy and strife, Learning how to drive, is just learning how to life. (Verse 2) Now, I’ve hit some walls, I took a wrong turn twice, Ended up in dead-end streets, rolling on thin ice. The fence was right in front of me, nowhere left to go, But that ain't reason to give up, that's just part of the show. See, as long as you can shift reverse, you haven't lost the day, You just back it up, correct the wheels, and find a better way. (Chorus) 'Cause life is like a heavy haul, shifting through the dim, You got your mountains high, and your valleys grim. Some roads are paved with gold, some are rough and stone, Some miles you share with friends, and some you drive alone. You gotta hold the wheel steady, through the joy and strife, Learning how to drive, is just learning how to life. (Bridge) It ain't about how fast you go, or the chrome upon the stack, It's about the peace of mind when you're looking back. Every scar upon the rig is a lesson I have earned, Every bridge I ever crossed, and the ones I haven't burned. (Guitar Solo - [Warm, melodic acoustic or clean electric guitar solo]) (Verse 3) Now the odometer is showing a million miles and more, I’m parking up this engine, walking through the door. I look back at the winding path, the dust and all the rain, And I swear to you, my friend, I’d drive it all again. From the steep and rocky climbs to the highway wide and free, It was a damn good run, for a simple man like me. (Outro) Yeah, a million miles of memories. Backed out of trouble... And drove straight into the sun. (Fade out with harmonica)
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