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| TYLER HILTON | Rolling Home |
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Traveling Sunday
Is fine west of here
Most folks are staying at home
If you want to come on
You better meet me there
Cause Ive got some country to own
With the short stops made for runnin
A big glass to let the sun in
And serve you in a real time movie
With the tracks point past the vulture
Straight out to counterculture
Theres no other place to find me, then
On this rolling home
Time goes by so slow
Id get off but its my rolling home
The one of you gets in
Trouble right there
Is the other in chains by your side
But days have been lucky
Thereve been no cement floors
But dont bet it all weve got some time
Cause in the land of the moving suns
And moons that fly one by one
Provided shades dont shut against them
Cause in the mind of the sleepy eyed
And heavy armed and slumber tried
Theres one spot never apprehensive
To go
On this rolling home
Time goes by so slow
Id get off but its my rolling home
Streaked streets all stand between
The fields that tuck you in
As you lay on a seat you claim to own
Ill never recall a single
Stranger friend
But inside Ive never left my rolling home
So if your nights sleeps interrupted
Your sleeps dreams gets corrupted
By a steady rolling thunder
Or a days drive gets delayed
A route youd never take
>From now on youll never have to wonder
On this rolling home
Time goes by so slow
Id get off but its my rolling home
On this rolling home
On this rolling home
On this rolling home
I roam
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