Downhill from Here 07:43
I try my best not to blink my eyes 'Cause we all know just how time flies Let me know when the coast is clear Looks like it's all downhill from here When my father was half my age - he was a looker, yeah women sure loved his face The apple didn't fall very far from the tree - I became a father when I was 18 I sold my guitar and my first gun - a small price to pay for being so damn young A spoiled bite of the American Dream - yeah we lived in a yard barn, and we burned kerosene I try my best not to blink my eyes 'Cause we all know just how time flies Let me know when the coast is clear Looks like it's all downhill from here I traded highway miles to make ends meet - its hard for me to ride in a passenger seat My little girls are women now and they don't call - there ain't no pictures of me on their walls Lessons were learned, and I paid my dues - All my memories are on the bottom of my boots Seems like those years were an uphill climb - what do i do now Lord that I'm running out of time? the older i get - the more afraid i am I've lived a lifetime wrong have I missed my chance to place my bet? Who will play my hand when I'm gone? When I'm gone, when I'm gone...
Jeff Lane Tennessee
Combining soul-infused folk with a country-blues edge, Tennessee native Jeff Lane puts big stories to song from a common man's point of view. His style is like taking a ride in a '76 Thunderbird, ridin' shotgun with Bill Withers and Paul Thorn!
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