(V1:) Well, I never was one for trouble but I reckon it was for me
When I was just a little boy, Pep put me on his knee
And he said, dear son steer clearly, on the high road you should stay
‘cuz down there in that valley, boy, them detours make you stray
(Pchor:) He said, don’t waste tomorrow on today’s idle time
It’s hard time living on the back roads of your mind
(Chor:) On the backroads of my mind where the turns are mostly blind
Reckoning by rote and memory
Well they’ve long been neglected and lately‘r in decline
It’s hard time living on the backroads of my mind
(V2:) Now, the years flew by so swiftly and I can’t say they was kind
The old home and my family, I left it all behind
For a life of hopeful fortune, on the highways I did roam
But like so many dead end roads, they left me all alone
(Pcho2:) I ain’t never been to Jackson where trouble’s so easy to find
I’ve more’n my fair share here on the backroads of my mind
(Chor2:)
(Solo over V:)
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