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apalachee don - this road lyrics

[intro]
i wanna say darn, i wanna say d-mn, dang, dang

[chorus]
i’ve been down this road (i’ve been down this road)
one too many times (one too many times)
’bout lost my soul (’bout lost my soul)
and i dang near lost my mind (and i dang near lost my mind)
but i kept goin’ strong (but i kept goin’ strong)
’til i saw daylight (’til i saw daylight)
i’ll be travelin’ this road right here that i’m on for the rest of my life
(on for the rest of my life)

[verse 1]
life ain’t always been peaches and cream, but that’s what i make of it
raised in the state of the fruit, yeah i love the taste of it
prison bars and liquor jars scarred up all my family names
speed bumps and potholes down every road my family came
mama warned me ’bout them critters roamin’ in the backyard
but i learned from my pappy, told me, “boy don’t ever drop guard”
pride ’til i die, blazin’ trails through them country woods
life, the way i’m livin’ in the sticks, yeah it’s all good
gained the number, they called me that
learned the lesson, they taught me that
ain’t got the life that some have, but i’m happy with my small town
my circle’s gettin’ smaller every time i drop a dope track
way back in the cut, chewin’ the fat with some of them old cats
sworn into this hick life like a beagle dog to a rabbit hole
the only mode i know is set the way marker and sn-tch it
but i still love me a honey hole, a good time with my rowdy folks
hands up to the grindstone sweepin’ across this open road

[verse 2]
i ride wide through the country side, whippin’ them backroads
searchin’ for bream beds, jojo and a fishin’ pole
the smell of a cool breeze, the feel of them southern lands
listenin’ to some old jones, it’s best bein’ a southern man
i’m with them outlaws, they taught me how to stay alive
they gave me sense enough to know when i had to walk the line
i pledge allegiance to these sticks, call it my grindin’ zone
hammerin’ down on this road that i be grindin’ on
i know some hillbillies tucked off in them hard woods
they put the moon in the shine and it taste all good
monkey town, mama hooked it in them cotton mills
pops was a framer, h-ll i think that was his only sk!ll
i’m just a roamer, always roamin’ on these open roads
gotta pay the rent, ’cause it gets cold down in these georgia holes
if i don’t speak then we don’t eat, and they ain’t havin’ that
a smokin’ gun in the midst of the aftermath

[chorus]
i’ve been down this road (i’ve been down this road)
one too many times (one too many times)
’bout lost my soul (my soul)
and i dang near lost my mind (and i dang near lost my mind)
but i kept goin’ strong (but i kept goin’ strong)
’til i saw daylight (’til i saw daylight)
i’ll be travelin’ this road right here that i’m on for the rest of my life
(on for the rest of my life)

- apalachee don lyrics

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