I ran my luck and I ran my name
Through the worst parts of this town
Now I've got no bread, I've got no place to stay
And no one wants me around
It's kinda quiet here, the highways out there
The river runs and there's a never ending hum
For still and silence I'll stomp out into the woods
But I love the sound of those big trucks
I close my eyes and accelerate and crank the wheel to the south
But the truth is harsh, I accept my fate
There's just no getting out
The only hope the winter brings is the coming of the spring
And that's the time a rambler runs
If he ain't frozen
The only hope the winter brings is the coming of the spring
And that's the time a rambler runs
If he ain't frozen
credits
from Rippin' E Brakes,
released October 31, 2014
(c)2013 Rippin' E Brakes
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