A long way home

From the hills of ole Kentucky,
to the red Georgia clay,
I find myself in between
go and stay.
My face can be debated,
but to those of whom I say,
mind your own path,
cuz mine might go astray.
And if you find me wandering
down interstate seventy five,
just tip your hat and nod your head,
and let me walk on by.

Cuz its a long way home,
trying to figure out where you belong
when your memory has faded,
and your path is overgrown,
it's a long way home.
Yeah it's a long way home;
I have found no reason or rhyme to call my own
and its a long way home.

I found myself in a bind,
the last time that I thought i'de..
settle down.
my lungs were filled with things that I..
never thought i'd be around.
There were times when i was surrounded
by the people that i love,
but what outweighed those days,
was the nights spent alone and drunk.
Yeah I'm bound to wandering,
down I seventy five,
and I seem to have found my place..
somewhere along the drive.

And its a long way home,
trying to figure out where you belong,
when your memory has faded,
and your path is overgrown
its a long way home,
yeah its a long way home.
and i have found no reason
or rhyme to call my own..
and its a long way home.

And sometimes i dont heed to your directions.
And sometimes i dont get very far.
But i know that i wont bleed at your discretion
Anymore.
And it was a long way home.