Lyrics Feet's - Whiskey Myers

There's a long stretch of highway been calling out my name
You know I got to keep these big wheels rolling
I got to fan the flame

Been on the road since I was young, moving at a hundred and ten
'Cause you don't know where you're going
'Til you know where you been
And I done been around the world, I ain't afraid of dying
And I keep my feet on the ground, and my eyes on the horizon

Oh, gotta keep on working
Just trynabe a star
Y'all know where I come from 'cause I done told y'all from the start

And I'm for them lost souls, the ones who don't fit in
I'm for that old-time country
I'm for the blue-collar man

But I ain't much on radio tunes, I like smoke stack lightning
And I keep my feet on the ground
And my еyes on the horizon

Where I'm gon' go the good lord only knows
I keep drifting around where the wind may blow
I was born to get heavy, born to get loud
I was born to keep rolling, you know I can't slow down

Oh, got to keep on moving
Chasing down a dream
You know I've come a mighty long way for all ole country boy like me
I'm a sinner, an old mule skinner
A singer of sad ole songs
I done left 'em in a trail of tears
From all the things I've done wrong

But I got enough to back it up, so believe me, I ain't lying
I keep my feet on the ground
And my eyes on the horizon

We weigh 440 pounds, baby

Maybe one day I'll find me a piece of shade
But you know that won't be too long 'til they lay me in the grave
So don't tell me 'bout the good times or the things I've been missing
I ain't much on small talk
I ain't one for reminiscing

And I really love to stick around, but I'm too busy grinding
And I keep my feet on the ground
And my eyes on the horizon