written w Andrea Pearson & Kris Bergsnes

Like A Fool
 
When you packed up your suitcase
I wasn't falling apart
It wasn't til you drove away
When that pain hit my heart
I realized I was wrong from the start
 
I should of loved you like a fool baby
I should of let my heart go crazy
Now that you're gone I'm thinking maybe
I had it all wrong baby
I should of loved you like a fool
I should of loved you like fool
 
The night that you said you loved me
Silence filled the room
My heart was screaming out go on just say it
But my lips they wouldn't move
I guess you never knew 
 
I should of loved you like a fool baby
I should of let my heart go crazy
Now that you're gone I'm thinking maybe
I had it all wrong baby
I should of loved you like a fool
I should of loved you like fool
 
I had a thousand chances
I let a thousand go
Now the price I pay for playing it safe
Lying here just me and my fears all alone


Like A Fool

Well Traveled Road
(Norris, Mouch)

You can tell my old man’s age by the lines on his face
Each one tells story, some he’d rather erase
I ain’t never seen him cry, but they say eyes don’t lie
And his are blue even though they’re brown
He said you can’t walk on tears boy 
And you’ll never see me drown

He shook like a man with his leathered hands
His word built on gold, not in the sand
He always blamed church for this world of hurt
But there’s a bible by the edge of his bed.
Didn’t know where he was going
But he knew where he was led

God bless his soul 
He’s a well traveled road
The highway’s his home
He’s a Rolling Stone
You can tell where he’s been 
By the ink on his skin
Some say he was out of control
Please guide him oh Lord
He’s just a well traveled road

There’s a trail of black through the haze 
To that hole where daddy was laid
Yeah, he still led us on right up to the grave
He finally slowed down, when we put him underground
On the day of his reckoning
We all gathered round
And like a church choir we sang

God bless his soul 
He’s a well traveled road
The highway’s his home
He’s a Rolling Stone
You can tell where he’s been 
By the ink on his skin
Some say he was out of control
Please guide him oh Lord
He’s just a well traveled road



Well Traveled Road

Sabotage

Bury Me In Bakersfield
(Clayton, Norris)
 
I was raised in a boxcar
With an old beat up guitar
Stirrin up a dustbowl
In every town I played
I saw the signs on the highway
But hell bent to do it my way
And the road that I was on
Might lead me to an early grave
And mama cried
Lord knows she tried
 
And these ol’ bones are gettin’ rusty
And my mind’s a little hazy
But I still take the stage like I was young
And even though this heart is weary
And my eyes are getting’ blurry
The songs I wrote are rollin’ off my tongue
But when this ramblin’ fever finally heals
You can bury me in Bakersfield
 
I’ve been an outlaw and a troubadour
Paved my way with just three chords
But good times are bound to end
And when it’s all said and done
Don’t matter much of nothin’
When you’re on the highway runnin’
You’ll always find yourself
Back where you started from
And if I’m stoned
Sing me back home
 
These ol’ bones are gettin’ rusty
And my mind’s a little hazy
But I still take the stage like I was young
And even though this heart is weary
And my eyes are getting’ blurry
The songs I wrote are rollin’ off my tongue
But when this ramblin’ fever finally heals
You can bury me in Bakersfield
 
I was just another sinner
Who led a bunch of strangers
But I’ll waltz into heaven
The last time I tip my hat

Bury Me In Bakersfield - (Clayton, Norris)

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