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garrett bradford - fifty in the fast lane lyrics

there’s nothin’ like a farm road on a stormy summer day
watch the clouds sail in like ships, as my dreams pull me away
from the comfort of a future, to the fear of the unknown
searching for a garden for the seeds i’m gonna sew
and ol’ haggard’s on the radio singing me back home
but my mind’s too busy thinking bout the things that i don’t know
hope my mama’s prayers save her only boy from h+ll
as i throw my last two cents down a neon wishing well

it’s just me and this old dog, rollin’ 50 in the fast lane
on the way to god knows where, driving all night through the rain
it’s a long ways to the top, but we’re ready for a climb
living in a song that i write

well i found mysеlf forgotten in a tiny texas town
wherе the beer joints couldn’t pay me, ’cause i couldn’t bring a crowd
n0body wants to two step to six strings and the truth
as i watched the whiskey slowly fill the fountain of my youth
so i spent my last ten dollars on a local classified
found a picker and a fiddler, the bass and drums made five
and we cut our t++th the hard way, it’s all we ever knew
and the good folks came to see us, and danced to all my tunes

it’s just me and this ol’ band, rolling 80 in the fast lane
on the way to san jacinto, driving all night through the rain
a long ways from the top, but our name’s up on the sign
living in a song that i write
now those record men are calling me to buy up all my rights
so a daddy’s boy from boston can sing about my life
cmt sensation talking ’bout what he don’t know
they pay me to keep my mouth shut
and my country ass back home
but it’s hard to be bitter when them checks are rollin’ in
bought a place to run pa’s cattle, put mama in a benz
yea the hurtin’s all behind us, guess the good lord had a plan
for the cowboy kid from texas, drinking coors out of the can

it’s just me and this old dog, back to 50 in the fast lane
in a pre+owned coupe deville, with some homegrown in the ashtray
a long ways from the top, but i guess we’re doing fine
living in a song that i write
living in a song that i write

- garrett bradford lyrics

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