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I chose this road
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Straight from the Texas Hill Country, a natural born highway junkie
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Never much money but I always kept some faith
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And sometimes without knowing where I was going
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I just kept rollin anyways on to better days
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I chose this road
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I've been blinded, divided, reunited
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Held together with prayer and nickle-coated wire guitar strings
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I scraped my ass of every rough patch but I kept dreaming bout green grass
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And the day I'd grow some wings, get me some beautiful wings
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I chose this road
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I met pilgrims and seekers, lion-hearted preachers and tea-leaf readers
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Yeah, I like folks who hear a call
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Wise outsiders, barrel riders, pilots of jet plane fighters,
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Watched some of ‘em fall, but I tell you, I’ve loved them all
Bridge:
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I chose this road, and I'd do it again, I'd grab the wind, take another spin
C
I chose this road
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Yeah, Tennessee nearly got the best of me
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And when I leave, I'll go thankfully, with the tip of my hat
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And when I am tempted to regret ever leaving Texas I just remember
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She's always been right here in me, and that's a fact, you can bet your ranch on that
Bridge
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I chose this road
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And I've been as lucky as lucky gets, a tune in every step
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And for every regret, there's been a bucket of joy
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And if God sheds some more grace, and the creek stays in its place
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I might stay in the race long enough to meet my little boy's little boy
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I chose this road
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Yea I chose this road and i'd do it again
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I chose this road I like the way it feels
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I chose this road