Where the Living Is Plain [ZT 1]

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[Intro]
(Instrumental — fingerpicked acoustic guitar, slow; pedal steel enters)
[Verse 1]
I've worn the blacktop down to a ghost,
From Fort Worth out to the western coast.
My old guitar hangs heavier than gold,
And the songs I sing have gotten old.
[Pre-Chorus]
And the neon bleeds into the night,
And I've lost the line 'tween the wrong and the right.
Every town is the same in the rain,
And I can't quite recall my name.
[Chorus]
But I'm dreaming of a porch and a quiet light,
Of a hound dog sleeping deep in the night,
Of a woman who don't need me to sing—
Lord, the road's been wearing me thin.
I want to go where the living is plain,
Where a man can be a man again.
[Verse 2]
The promoter's a thief and the crowd is thin,
The hotel room spins like medicine.
I count out my change on the dresser top,
And I wonder just where the years dropped.
[Pre-Chorus]
And the highway hums like a hive of bees,
And it's taking the better part of me.
Every mile is a stone on my chest,
And I'm longing for a place to rest.
[Chorus]
But I'm dreaming of a porch and a quiet light,
Of a hound dog sleeping deep in the night,
Of a woman who don't need me to sing—
Lord, the road's been wearing me thin.
I want to go where the living is plain,
Where a man can be a man again.
[Bridge]
I traded the river for the interstate line,
Traded the morning for whiskey and wine.
Sang my throat raw for a handful of bills,
And the highway runs on where it wills.
Yeah, the highway runs on where it wills.
[Verse 3]
There's a little dirt road that I used to know,
Where the sun comes up real and slow.
Mama's old house with the screen door torn,
And the cornfield waiting for the morn.
[Pre-Chorus]
And the interstate whispers and calls my name,
But I'm tired of playing the road's old game.
Every town is a tear in the rain,
And I want my own name back again.
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm dreaming of a porch and a quiet light,
Of a hound dog sleeping deep in the night,
Of a woman who don't need me to sing—
Lord, the road's been wearing me thin.
I want to go where the living is plain,
Where a man can be a man again.
[Outro]
Yeah, the road be damned, I'm going home,
Where the living is simple and the dog still roams.
Mmm, I'm going home.
(Fingerpicked guitar fades; pedal steel lingers)

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[Intro] (Instrumental — fingerpicked acoustic guitar, slow; pedal steel enters) [Verse 1] I've worn the blacktop down to a ghost, From Fort Worth out to the western coast. My old guitar hangs heavier than gold, And the songs I sing have gotten old. [Pre-Chorus] And the neon bleeds into the night, And I've lost the line 'tween the wrong and the right. Every town is the same in the rain, And I can't quite recall my name. [Chorus] But I'm dreaming of a porch and a quiet light, Of a hound dog sleeping deep in the night, Of a woman who don't need me to sing— Lord, the road's been wearing me thin. I want to go where the living is plain, Where a man can be a man again. [Verse 2] The promoter's a thief and the crowd is thin, The hotel room spins like medicine. I count out my change on the dresser top, And I wonder just where the years dropped. [Pre-Chorus] And the highway hums like a hive of bees, And it's taking the better part of me. Every mile is a stone on my chest, And I'm longing for a place to rest. [Chorus] But I'm dreaming of a porch and a quiet light, Of a hound dog sleeping deep in the night, Of a woman who don't need me to sing— Lord, the road's been wearing me thin. I want to go where the living is plain, Where a man can be a man again. [Bridge] I traded the river for the interstate line, Traded the morning for whiskey and wine. Sang my throat raw for a handful of bills, And the highway runs on where it wills. Yeah, the highway runs on where it wills. [Verse 3] There's a little dirt road that I used to know, Where the sun comes up real and slow. Mama's old house with the screen door torn, And the cornfield waiting for the morn. [Pre-Chorus] And the interstate whispers and calls my name, But I'm tired of playing the road's old game. Every town is a tear in the rain, And I want my own name back again. [Chorus] 'Cause I'm dreaming of a porch and a quiet light, Of a hound dog sleeping deep in the night, Of a woman who don't need me to sing— Lord, the road's been wearing me thin. I want to go where the living is plain, Where a man can be a man again. [Outro] Yeah, the road be damned, I'm going home, Where the living is simple and the dog still roams. Mmm, I'm going home. (Fingerpicked guitar fades; pedal steel lingers)

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