كلمات Rural Route

I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fill Talked to God all night, took another shot at setting me right Then I walked down to the road, filled a beer can full of 22 holes Then I said goodbye, yeah I said goodbye Chorus I'd go back but I can't go home, cause river is up & the road is closed & there aint no telephone at my mothers' house & all the lights are out, down on the rural route There aint much of nothin' left, this place where I became myself Ghosts & memories, I'd walk on by but they'd follow me I'd seen plenty on down the road. Asked him if he'd seen my brother He just said no, well I guess I'd better go Repeat Chorus I built a fire up on the hill; I sat in the woods and drank my fill Talked to God all night, took another shot at setting me right Then I'd just walk away, aint nothin' here I want to remember anyway Least not today Repeat Chorus