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Troubled Roses
(Richard Keelan)
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Always going from town to town
But trying to believe I might settle down, soon.
Making it to where the opportunities abound.
Racing chasing eyes embracing
Cast down highway moon.
You know I take to the road when I find that
The load on my mind has me blind to the times
I can have on a highway going my way.
Yeah, yeah, yeah and get led through
A bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way,
A bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way.
Living in cities where the lights never dim,
And trees raised in concrete grow slim and die.
People walking, talking, faces glum and grim,
Packing my thoughts, I give into a whim.
And I get on the move, get in a new groove,
And run with the sun
To some place near a highway where I can live my way.
I'm driven to livin' and learnin' life's lesson,
But possess an obsession for messin' around.
If I get in a rut and start sayin' "So what,"
And instead of cuttin', I just start puttin' things down,
I better take to the street before I get weak in the head,
And get led through a bed full of life's Troubled Roses on my way.
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