| I’ve been travelin' for some time |
| With my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine |
| On these long dark dusty roads |
| I’m lookin' there’s nowhere to go |
| I guess I gotta hide away, far away |
| 'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way |
| Oh I gotta hide away, far away |
| 'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my wayI left out from mama’s with my thumb |
| in the wind |
| The leaves on the ground, winter’s comin' again |
| Solid on the surface as I crumble within |
| But legends are made out of vulnerable men |
| So on the brink of death I still manage livin' life |
| 'Cause so rarely in this world are these chances given twiceI indeed sold my |
| soul, without glancing at the price |
| No instructions when I was handed this device |
| But with what I did get, I was more than generous |
| Put others over self on several instances |
| But I’m back on my feet without a hint of bitterness |
| And one way or another I shall have deliverance, so I sayI’ve been travelin' |
| for some time |
| With my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine |
| On these long dark dusty roads |
| I’m lookin' there’s nowhere to go |
| I guess I gotta hide away, far away |
| 'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way |
| I gotta hide away, far away |
| 'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my wayCan you recall a time people loved you |
| unconditionally? |
| Toast in the new south, this one is for history |
| Then I slipped fell and caused the number’s injury |
| Called the same people and it’s yo you just missed them B |
| This the formula, dammit Bubba you had it |
| Why’d you have to keep it Polo and New Balance? Then they start to question |
| whether you a true talent |
| Or just a redneck substance abuse addict |
| So then you hide away just to try to find your way |
| And now they back to callin' you 200 times a day |
| I want all y’all to know, good or bad I’ll remember it |
| And 10 million sold in the name of my deliveranceI’ve been traveling for some |
| time |
| With my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine |
| On these long dark dusty roads |
| I’m lookin' there’s nowhere to go |
| I guess I gotta hide away, far away |
| 'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way |
| I gotta hide away, far away |
| 'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my wayNothing could atone for the pain |
| you’ve endured |
| The blood you shed is still stainin' your velor |
| You took your wealth and knowledge and gave it to the poor |
| Only to discover that your savior’s manure |
| Accepted me as kin, put before your younger brother |
| They put a lot on us hardly knowin' one anotherI honestly can say that over |
| time I’ve come to love you |
| Now we all are brothers and together no one can touch us |
| It hauls me with regret I never met your baby girl |
| She’s an angel on your shoulder helpin' us to save the world |
| This musical marriage is no coincidence |
| On my mama Timmy baby we shall have deliverance, so we sayI’ve been travelin' |
| for some time |
| With my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine |
| On these long dark dusty roads |
| Lookin' there’s nowhere to go |
| I guess I gotta hide away, far away |
| 'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way |
| I gotta hide away, far away |
| 'Cause I gotta find a way, to find my way |