Walking down a lonesome dirt road
I shed a seemingly heavy load
Wondering about my past you see
Of all the experiences, that shaped me
No one would argue, that I wasn't always a good man
But all would agree, for self and friends, I would stand
Whether right or wrong, , didn't always matter to me
Staying out of jail, wasn't always a priority
So, now all can laugh or cry at my wake
While many, it seems, this date they can't make
Don't really care, after all, you see?
Because in my life, everyone, I couldn't please
So go back to your homes, feeling safer at night
This Ol' mans gone, giving up after a long fight
Now this ol' road, makes those memories fade
As I close my eyes under the ancient Oaks shade
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