Way to you.

Way back when the days were young
Oh, we had our fun
Never worried much about being cool
Growing old to play the old fool

Part of your life you spend paying your dues
Walking the miles and singing the blues
But if I’m a born to a pair of rambling shoes
I’ll tell you what I’d do
I’d take my wings with a heart that’s true
And follow my way, my way to you

Ooh, my way to you
Ooh, the way to you

Part of your life you spend paying your dues
Walking the mile in your old man shoes
But when I finally find a way to shake loose
I know what I’ll do
Hang my worry on a golden noose
And follow the way, the way to you

Ooh, the way to you
Ooh, the way to you

When we’re all old and withering sages
Talking about what might have been
Like a missing line on torn out pages
We’re gonna miss you then

Walking the miles and singing the blues
Learning to love what God gives to you
And if you give me rockets on the bottom of my shoes
I tell you what I’d do
I’d burn my sole where the sun was new
And find the way to you

Ooh, the way to you
Ooh, the way to you
Ooh, the way to you
Ooh, the way to you

-T. Hanseroth, B. Carlile, P. Hanseroth

 

HBK

 

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