Just Off Hwy 9

VERSE 1
There’s an old two lane state road, runnin’ right past my home
And it takes me somewhere new every day
I’ll follow it back home tonight, and as I look to the left and right
There’s a mem’ry every mile along the way

VERSE 2
There’s the bus stop for the junior high, where I got into my first fight
And sick from a drag off a Marlboro Red
If you go a little further down, on the left is an old warehouse
Where I learned you have to work hard for what you get

CHORUS
It’s a highway that’s paved, with the stories of my life
It winds down from the mountains, to the city skyline
Every time that I drive, down this hometown road of mine
I remember everything I love, is just off Hwy 9

VERSE 3
Over there’s where the car broke down, the alternator just gave out
While taking her home on our first date
And the corner that I turned too hard, to throw the cans off of the car
As we sped off from the church on our wedding day

CHORUS

VERSE 4
There’s the black iron fence, of the cemetery entrance
Where we slowly drove behind my Mama’s hearse
There’s the red light that I ran, in a borrowed mini-van
Tryin’ to get there to see my second daughter’s birth
Yeah, there’s always something new at every turn

CHORUS

TAG
There’s an old two lane state road, runnin’ right past my home
And it takes me somewhere new every day

Behind the Lines

Co-written with David Ennis and John Lee. Just Off Hwy 9 is about a hometown highway and the road of life. Do you have a Hwy 9 that brings to mind memories as you drive?

My hometown highway is Hwy 20, but I enjoyed collaborating on this one.

 

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