Road to Heaven

When you ride in hundred miles And you don't know where to go Sometimes you'd lose, hm, your direction You're flying high, you're falling low You ride against to burn down slow Never know which way is right or wrong Sometimes you take the road to heaven And you never see an angel flying low Sometimes you take the road on straight down to hell Where the devil is dealing with your soul Whenever you reach the end of a dusty road Remember what a wise man told Man, you're standing down the crossroads You were always on your own Sometimes you're running out of water Out of whiskey, out of fun Sometimes you're flying high Feels like you can kiss the sky Another day you'd lose all you got Sometimes you take the road to heaven And you never see an angel flying low Sometimes you take the road on straight down to hell Where the devil is dealing with your soul Whenever you reach the end of a dusty road Remember what a wise man told Man, you're standing down the crossroads You were always on your own Sometimes you're running out of water Out of whiskey, out of luck Sometimes you win a round The fight before you hit the ground Another day you'd lose all you got Sometimes you take the road to heaven And you never see an angel flying low Sometimes you take the road on straight down to hell Where the devil is dealing with your soul Whenever you reach the end of a dusty road Remember what a wise man told Man, you're standing down the crossroads You were always on your own Sometimes you take the road to heaven And you never see an angel flying low Sometimes you take the road on straight down to hell Where the devil is dealing with your soul Whenever you reach the end of a dusty road Remember what a wise man told Man, you're standing down the crossroad You were always on your own...