Lyrics:
From the rural route
Two lane highway full of cops
On the rural route
Rural route
Police dogs howl from wire cages
On the rural route
Last seen
On the side of a rural highway
You're not my problem, you're not my problem
But somehow you are
And no matter how I pull myself out of the fray
I just find
of a rural highway
You're not my problem, you're not my problem
But somehow you are
And no matter how I pull myself out of the fray
I just find myself back
I'm sitting on an embankment on a highway going through rural Georgia
And there was a dead wild cat and a bottle of beer that had been
That had
Is this the road I take, to a lonely rural town
Off a highway, through a junction to your home
When you said you liked the song
I sang it as our own
warmed over
On the road again, off of Highway 10
In a cabin on a rural route
I'm gonna figure out the hard way
How fast I can wear my welcome out
When dark becomes the day
I want to turn right off of the highway
And straight into a field where they're never going to find me
You know it's
doing this Friday
Ciphers at house parties
Down deep dark driveways
Toured across the country
Drove on single highway
Passing through your hometown
bikes
How the mail came in and how our town survived
A hundred miles from the city's cold concrete
Yeah,'round here old rural route number three
Is
fulfill them
I am a town.
I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am
They won't have me but I
I love this place
The rural life is broken and
The farmlands gone to chaff
My hands are idle and my
Mind needs rest
a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old
BIKES HOW THE MAIL CAME IN AND HOW OUR TOWN SURVIVED A HUNDRED MILES FROM THE CITY'S COLD CONCRETE YEAH ROUND HERE OLD RURAL ROUTE NUMBER THREE IS
Just got the green light
Keep on movin, do whatever we like
Foreign shawty, bet she roll my weed right
On the highway, I hit cruise control
When life
A song about growing up as a queer person in rural Pennsylvania
Well I got moth men chewing holes in my denim
A thin blue nicotine patch on a redneck
No dia em que eu entrei em Viamão
E nunca mais saí
Da lama ao caos também é aqui
Nessa zona rural sem nação nem Zumbi
Se a cidade não para, para cá
they put here
I'm going to the country where it's rural
Where the snakes say 's' and not plural
When there's no signal to call your back
Where it's
Well I left my home out on the rural route
I couldn't wait to get the fuck out
And see the world on the other side of this mountain
Been livin' out
rural scams on urban welfare when you've never left Alabama state
Stop driving backwards down the information highway with your family in the backseat
at decongesting a 90-year-old circumferential highway.
You are the reason why Filipinos spend less time on the road, and more time with their families. Let the last
They won't have me, but I love this place
The rural life is broken
The farmland's gone to chaff
My hands are idle and my mind needs rest
The toil
fulfill them
I am a town.
I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain
I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name
I am
or two I've never read
And more than a dozen gonna read again
Like Blue Highways and The Land Remembers
Black Elk Speaks and Fire On The Mountain
Rural
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