Текст песни Midnight Rider's Prayer - Brothers Osborne

(One, two, three)

Four wheels, six strings
Low on smoke and gasoline
Born to live a midnight rider's prayer
Same boots, new crowd
Same tune, new town
Tryna get to Heaven 'for the devil even knows we're there

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way

Go hard, live fast
Play guitars for bar tabs
If there's a crowd the show will never end
So we set it up and we tear it down
For hundred miles to the next town
Gonna drive all night just to do it all over again

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way

When your night is ending
Ours is just beginning

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
We're the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway
Brothers 'til the end
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way