Gravel Road

Psychiatrist,
Psychologist,
He might as well be a
Proctologist.
Thinks he knows what's best for me.
I just need to be set free

My remedy is way past due
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road

Hello jeans,
Goodbye blues,
Someone else can fill
My shoes.
It's time to lose this business suit.
I'm putting on my cowboy boots.

My remedy is way past due.
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load.
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road.

Tanks filled up,
Tops put down,
Way past time to leave
This town.
Headed where that blacktop ends.
That's where that Gravel Road begins.

My remedy is way past due.
Gravel Road it's just me and you.
Rocks are flyin' dust is blowin'
With no plan of where I'm goin'
My remedy to lighten up my load.
Is a fast drive down a Gravel Road.

Intentions

I always intended,
To be the husband of her dreams,
But all I ever brought her,
Was loneliness it seems.
She never got to live a life,
Of luxury and frills,
And the money that I sent back home
Would barely pay the bills.

I always intended,
To be the father of the year,
But I spent my whole life chasing
After a rodeo career.
And now the kids are grown and gone
With families of their own.
I just sit here in this lonely bar,
Feeling guilty and alone.

(chorus)
I always had the greatest
Of intentions,
But I lost myself somewhere
Along the way.
And if the road to hell is paved
With good intentions,
Then my road to hell must be
A grand highway.

I wasn't there the day they layed
My father in the ground.
I was riding in Cheyenne for
A record breaking crowd.
And as seven close friends carried him
To his final resting place,
They waited for me,
But there was no trace...

Now I'm too ashamed to show my face...

'Cause I always had the greatest
Of intentions.
I just lost myself somewhere
Along the way.
And if the road to hell is paved
With good intentions.
Then my road to hell must be
A grand highway.

Yes, that road must be a well paved grand highway.

Whiskey Dents

It's the morning after
The night before.
Spent most of the night
On the bathroom floor.
"I'll never do this again" I sob.
Praying away to the porcelain god.
I try to recall last nights events
Then go check my truck for Whiskey Dents

There's stains on the seats and
Stains on the floor.
And the mirror is missing
From the passenger door.
I need to get a handle on this vice
Cuz my truck always pays the ultimate price
I vaguely remember sideswiping a fence
As I'm checking my truck for Whiskey Dents.