Dylan Gossett - American Trail

Oh boy, Good Lord Got your clothes for the American trail Oh boy, your choice Trade your toys for the hammer and nail Saddle up, hit the road Got a long, long way to go Time is running, real low And they ain't making no more Dear child, so wild Don't worry 'bout running thin Every choice, every mile Is right on your fingertips Hurry on, don't be late Got a meeting real soon with fate It's all before you on your plate Just waiting on a name yet to be made So catch your breath, settle on in Find out the hard way is the best way to win Fall on down and count your sins The American trail's 'bout to strike again 'Bout to strike again Eighteen, dream fiend Don't let 'em try to drag you down No sleep, new scene Not looking for the fast way out Your head stays down in that mud Your soul is tired, and your hands are done Get your rest when the sun goes down When it comes back up, you're heading out Catch your breath, settle on in Find out the hard way is the best way to win Fall on down and count your sins The American trail's 'bout to strike again Oh, 'bout to strike again So, catch your breath, settle on in Find out the hard way is the best way to win Fall on down and count your sins The American trail's 'bout to strike again Catch your breath, settle on in Find out the hard way is the best way to win Fall on down and count your sins The American trail's 'bout to strike again About to strike again The American trail's 'bout to strike again Ooh, 'bout to strike again