I'm starting to see the forest for the trees
In these made-in-China truck-stop shades, it's looking good to me
Heads or tails, flipping a dime
Betting on FDR to get it right half of the time
Every night I step out on this beat-up weathered stage
Singing about my checkered past, and how my soul got saved
Throwing up a peace sign, let the music play
Somewhere down the road
Another shot of Jack
A little Fleetwood Mac
Shining like polished custom chrome on a '69 Cadillac
Gotta play it smooth
A real six-string groove
Like a sunburst jumbo 45, I ain't got nothing to prove
Every night I step out on this beat-up weathered stage
Singing about my checkered past, and how my soul got saved
Throwing up a peace sign, let the music play
Somewhere down the road
Somewhere down the road
I got a gamblers grin
It feels good to win
I'm gonna kiss the dice, and let 'em fly
And then, do it all over again
Every night I step out on this beat-up weathered stage
Singing about my checkered past, and how my soul got saved
Throwing up a peace sign, let the music play
Marching to my own beat, leading the parade
Somewhere down the road
Somewhere down the road
Somewhere down the road
