Back To The Road by Ben Laney

Cold, half-bare trees
And the leaves
Are still falling
In the breeze
The highway is calling
Singing to me

My ears are filled
Autumn's air is chilled
I can't be still
I've got to get back to the road

I got the stamp
But I never
Sent The letter
I just wanted to say
I hope you get better
I pray it's soon

My ears are filled
Autumn's air is chilled
I can't be still
I've got to get back to the road

Tell my children
Their Daddy
Is a singer
Yes, I love them
A thousand cold winters
Will never change that

My ears are filled
Autumn's air is chilled
I can't be still
I've got to get back to the road
I can't be still
I've got to get back to the road

Angel Laney (205.188.209.10) -- Wednesday, September 24 2003, 06:19 pm

Yes
Yes Dad, you always go back to the road. When I was a little girl I used to cry when you did. No as I get older I understand you more. You always go back to the road...

Ben Laney (68.127.169.72) -- Saturday, August 21 2004, 09:49 pm

Angel, what you say is too true...
Angel, what you say is too true, Baby Girl. I am glad that you understand more now....HEY! maybe you can explain to me how I was born with this ramblin' fever! Haa! Haaaa!! Anyway, Thanks sooo much for commenting on this one, I do appreciate it very much! Love, Dad

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