Текст песни Over the Hill - Ray Flanagan

Over the hill on the wrong side of the road
I'm all hunched over trying to gather a load
Dodging cars, losing the sun behind me
I don't think too much about the point of it all
I just wait around until I get a call
Go over the hill on the wrong side of the road again

Money drives us to love and hate
I can't afford new jeans, I been trying to lose some weight
I hate to admit it, I ain't quite what I used to be
Nothing you hear is what's really real
The only thing that matters is the thing that you feel
When you've been over the hill on the wrong side of the road again

Read some writing on a bathroom wall
At a Love's down in Arkansas
I've been sick to my stomach trying to forget what I saw
I guess everybody ain't too fond of everybody else
When you're miles apart, I don't think that it helps
To be over the hill on the wrong side of the road again

Feels like I knew you since you were two
There have been some things said that have been less true
When I look in your eyes, I feel like a kid again
Still don't think much about the point of it all
I was thinking of you and I ran into the wall
Getting bruised, making calls
From up on a tightrope, trying not to fall
I got stopped in a swamp for doing 75
He let me off the hook when I had no cheese to hide
Some day we'll all travel freely down the road
And we'll stop where we want without getting towed
Instead of over the hill, on the wrong side of the road again
Over the hill on the wrong side of the road again

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Over the hill
Over the hill
Over the hill
OVER THE HILL