Back Roads Of My Mind (Larry W. Jones 08/20/2010) (song#6125)

Rolling to a different drummer, she left me this summer
Now I’m right on track chasing rainbows that I’ll never find
Night time never seemed colder, guess I’m just growing older
Shouldering the pain rolling down the back roads of my mind

Rolling down this railroad track, thinkin’ bout the long road back
With a cup of coffee from the railroad depot behind
This old black train goes on rolling through the plains one more time
And the strain that I find is down the back roads of my mind

It seems funny that skies out the window look so sunny
By now we’re climbing over mountains and the Great Divide
On the west side’s the ocean, in my chest is emotion
As I strain to find reasons down the back roads of my mind

(instrumental)

Now we’re rolling through the night time toward L.A. in the morn
I hear the wheels clicking on the rails and the lonesome horn
While time just keeps on rolling down the tracks I’ve left behind
I keep on kicking myself down the back roads of my mind

Rolling to a different drummer, she left me this summer
Now I’m right on track chasing rainbows that I’ll never find
Night time never seemed colder, guess I’m just growing older
Shouldering the pain rolling down the back roads of my mind

Kingwood Kowboy