Album: History From Below
These roads stretch a thousand miles in every way
I look for the day
As we ride over the hill
Well I am blind
The Golden State has been my home
But I place my stake
To roam and to rake
But good souls we mend
Would teach me in what course to take
Good friends remain
Even through the pain
Of a long road ahead
At 48 we seem so well
For three short years we worked like hell
I've been here before lyin' on your floor
It was good to me
Good friends remain
Even through the pain
Of a long road ahead
The roads stretch a thousand miles in every way
I look for the day
As we ride over the hill
Well I am blind
Good friends remain
Even through the pain
Of a long road ahead
Good friends remain
Even through the strain
Of a long road ahead