20 miles east of Aberdeen
This guitar case wearing a hole in my jeans
People ask me, where are you from, and I won't say Sweat running down my dusty face
Northwest towns look all the same
People ask me who I am, and I won't say
I just tell them... It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...
It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on... I've slept all alone too many times
Memories invade my foolish mind
People as me where I'm from, and I won't say
So I just tell them...
It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...
It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...