Story Behind The Song

Upon hearing a rumor that a famous country singer-songwriter had died in a motocycle accident, I sat down and wrote this song. Only later did I learn that the story was untrue.

Lyrics

Rollin' down the road again
He's not the man he was back when,
But then again, oh lord, neither are we.

An empty suitcase in his hands,
And all he owns is on his back,
Well look at that, I think he's finally come to believe.

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The world was never round for him,
He always had to dig right in,
To take his chance to be what he could be.
And even as I think of him,
I've got to laugh just rememberin',
The songs were sung, the jokes were told,
But even so, he'll come and go again.

He lived his life so fast and clean,
And I've been told he was awful mean,
But that just comes from livin' all alone.

'Cause when I heard him sing his songs,
I didn't care where folks said he belonged,
It seemed to me he had finally found a home.

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