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Upchurch

Travelers

 

Travelers


[Upchurch:]
I'm a traveling gypsy tipsy off weed and rye whiskey
Whistling the silence at night as the ghosts emerge from the thick weeds
Drifting in clothing they had when they left this world years ago
So they tiptoe in heaven nervous 'cause they still ain't the norm
They seen the light but they travel, got stuck in the past to explore
Maybe we are in the past that means the future is more
Or maybe the future is present and before us this question
If that's the case then who do we ask when we need backwards directions
I mean there is a meaning for attributes especially one of a leader
One that goes against the road and don't care to die neither
And if I'm Robert E. Lee give me that Confederate Flag
Take me back to the past so I can bleed out and laugh

He was a traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheels spining in the sunset through the night (Through the night)
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light (Before the light)

[Struggle Jennings:]
Uh, grass grown over my heart it's been a lonely place
Waiting on my time to shine, Rolex with a broken face
Sleeping in a Cutlass, showered in the truck stop
A buckshot's the only thing that will ever make this buck stop
Punch clocks and misery, dreams of something bigger
I just want to reach the public not just be a public figure
Like to say that he failed train to success was derailed
Put my journey in a song inspire you with details
In a field searching for seashells, no ocean was in sight
But I saw it in my heart and kept believing it was right
Fight for what's mine and what's not I'll go and earn
Blazing a trail through the South trying not to get burned

[Upchurch:]
He was a traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheels spining in the sunset through the night (Through the night)
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light (Before the light)

[Tom MacDonald:]
I feel like I'm closer to heaven than ever but lately I haven't been praying
I feel like my halo turned into a noose and I'm fighting to stay on the pavement
I feel like the signs on the road keep on pointing me past all the places I've wanted to go
So I stay on the road though I'm farther from home than I hoped I would make it
I feel like I'm naked inside of a snake pit and everybody want to take pics
I feel like I have to come out of this hole with a pair of boots made of snakeskin
I feel like the road ahead is the highway to hell but I'm still gonna take it
Nothing to lose and a second to prove that the stars that I follow done led me to greatness
I sunk all the skeletons, drunk on adrenaline, running and dumping the evidence
Discussing my demons with devils disguised as my friends who pretending they're better men
Collecting the feathers of vultures that patiently wait for a meal at my grave
Go tell my tale around campfires, if you listen close they'll say

[Upchurch:]
He was a traveler, a rockstar and a healer
Four wheels spining in the sunset through the night (Through the night)
Into the dark unknown, guns are loaded
But he always made it home before the light (Before the light)

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