Texty: Andy Griggs. The Good Life. Long Stretch Of Lonesome.

Some men are destined to live out their lives where they are
Some love the city and some never stray from the farm,no
I'm always drawn to the echo of some distant trail
And a long strech of lonesome constantly callin' my name


My spirit is restless and rebellin' burns in my blood
Wide lines and black top they keep my wheels chasin' the sun
I've come to accept all the things I know I'll never change
Like a long strech of lonesome constantly callin' my name

I swung a hammer till my hands were blistered and sore
I've loaded trucks till my back couldn't take anymore
Hey,I've been in the arms of some places I should have stayed
But a long strech of lonesome is constantly callin' my name


My spirit is restless and rebellin' burns in my blood
Wide lines and black top they keep my wheels chasin' the sun
I've come to accept all the things I know I'll never change
Like a long strech of lonesome constantly callin' my name,ohh
Let's go,yeah


At the end of the highway they'll chisel my name in the stone
They'll bury my body but they'll never bury my soul,no


My spirit is restless and rebellin' burns in my blood
Wide lines and black top they keep my wheels chasin' the sun
I've come to accept all the things I know I'll never change
Like a long strech of lonesome constantly callin' my name
Like a long strech of lonesome constantly callin' my name