Me And This Road
By Chris Knight
Written by Chris Knight
CD – The Jealous Kind

Capo 1

                                                
An old county [bad word] by my house and ends on the river bank 
                    
In '73 they shut the ferry down 
                                                                   
Back up the road there's a church and a store with a bench full of lying old men 
                                  
In the middle of a wide spot they call a town 

I'm just a young man living to make me old plowing these fields by the river road 
Where hopes dreams and my granddaddy lived and died 
They go as far as my eyes can see but they ain't far enough for me 
When I drive to the river and I look at the other side 

 [bad word] 
                             
Me and this road, we ain't been nowhere 
                              
As far as I know this whole world's just a county fair 
                                           
But somewhere there's a bridge that'll take us out of here 
                           
Free as a river flows me and this road 

We'll find a long stretch of blacktop where there ain't no dead-end signs 
And leave these fences fields and farms behind 
There's a bigger town on a bigger road fame and fortune I've been told 
And across that river we'll search 'til i find mine 

 [bad word] 

Solo

Well I shook my father's hand now I'm off to find the promised land 
And I hope I bring him back a little gold 
You know his dream was the same as mine but it got lost somewhere in time 
In a dusty field along that river road.