Shane Martin

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Somewhere Real

One way, gridlock
A concrete maze running nonstop
Not the kind of bottle neck I like
Grew up on a dirt road
Now I'm stuck in an urban pothole
I don't feel free on a packed freeway
I gotta get out of this place

CHORUS I
Ya, somewhere real
Where the road unwinds through country miles
People wave as I pass by
Ya, where I believe
I hang my hat on the simple life
Counting stars that light the night
Out here I can feel
Somewhere real

Downtown, uptown
Money talks at sundown
I don't fit this scene of neon green
There's a place, no cover charge
Not about who you are
Home made brew, folks toast you by name
Goodbye to hip champagne

Ya, somewhere real
Where the town's got nothing big to prove
Just raise a glass to red, white and blue
Ya, where I believe
Sunday morn' you thank the Lord
Raise your voice to heavens door
Out here I can feel
somewhere real

CHORUS I
Ya, somewhere real

Here's a place I can be myself
With my better half
Raise little prayers, rockin' in chairs
I'm hanging up my hat
When I walk through town people say hi
How you doin' friend
Out here I can feel
This is somewhere real