I Chose This Road

I chose this road Straight from the Texas Hill Country, a natural born highway junkie Never much money but I always kept some faith And sometimes without knowing where I was going I just kept rollin anyways on to better days I chose this road I've been blinded, divided, reunited Held together with prayer and nickle-coated wire guitar strings I scraped my ass of every rough patch but I kept dreaming bout green grass And the day I'd grow some wings, get me some beautiful wings I chose this road I met pilgrims and seekers, lion-hearted preachers and tea-leaf readers Yeah, I like folks who hear a call Wise outsiders, barrel riders, pilots of jet plane fighters, Watched some of ‘em fall, but I tell you, I’ve loved them all Bridge: I chose this road, and I'd do it again, I'd grab the wind, take another spin I chose this road Yeah, Tennessee nearly got the best of me And when I leave, I'll go thankfully, with the tip of my hat And when I am tempted to regret ever leaving Texas I just remember She's always been right here in me, and that's a fact, you can bet your ranch on that Bridge I chose this road And I've been as lucky as lucky gets, a tune in every step And for every regret, there's been a bucket of joy And if God sheds some more grace, and the creek stays in its place I might stay in the race long enough to meet my little boy's little boy I chose this road Yea I chose this road and i'd do it again I chose this road I like the way it feels I chose this road