A w ay out on the mountain near the s ky
Hiding from the cold real ities of l ife
Shaking t hat old road dust off my h eels
I give my heart and mind a c hance to h eal
Then I 'll go somewhere and sing my songs a gain
More than likely ride b ack to the p laces that I've b een
In f airness to my music and my f riends
I'll g o somewhere and sing my songs a gain
A r accoon stole my minnows in the n ight
Thought I appreciate his n eed and his appe tite
But u nlike me he doesn't have to r oam
And it's true that man can't l ive on bread a lone
Then I 'll go somewhere and sing my songs a gain
More than likely ride b ack to the p laces that I've b een
In f airness to my music and my f riends
I'll g o somewhere and sing my songs a gain
It f eels so good to have a simple w ish
Where life and death is me a nd some old f ish
Poor k ing sits with a cold beer in his h and
And surveys a clear blue k ingdom on the s and
Then I 'll go somewhere and sing my songs a gain
More than likely ride b ack to the p laces that I've b een
In f airness to my music and my f riends
I'll g o somewhere and sing my songs a gain
I'll g o somewhere and sing my songs ag ain