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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Red Clay Strays
The Red Clay Strays
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Drew Nix
Drew Nix
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff King
Jeff King
Producer
Bobby Rymer
Bobby Rymer
Producer
Jimmy Metts
Jimmy Metts
Producer

Texty

Well, I've been runnin' 'round tryin' to figure out
Just what this old life's supposed to mean
Should I fall right into place
And be another gear in the heart of this machine?
Should I be secured by the chain
That keeps me tethered to that cold floor?
I can't see my future
I guess there's no way to know
My old lady, she kept tellin' me that
All she wants to do is settle down
Oh, but I was born a ramblin' man and I
Bet that you can guess how that turned out
But does that make me crazy for pickin' guitar over pickin' love?
I can't see that far ahead
I guess there's no way to know
There's no way to know what'll happen
We all kinda wander on our way
In life's long search for satisfaction
I pray I find it someday
So I'm out here runnin' around tryin' to figure out
Lord, how it goes along the way
Don't you know I've thought to call it quits so many times
'Bout drove me insane
I guess I'll keep ramblin' 'til the day I hit that cold hard floor
Will they be singin' my songs?
I guess there's no way to know
There's no way to know what'll happen
We all kinda wander on our way
In life's long search for satisfaction
I pray I find it someday
Oh
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Written by: Drew Nix
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