Callin' Me (feat. Philip Bowen)

I oughta pack a few things up and leave this place behind

Go live off of the land like they did in olden times

I think that I could do it

I reckon I'd be fine

I could make a bow from hickory

I could tie my own flies

I'm good with traps and snares

I'm handy with a knife

I don't mind the blood and dirt, they both wash out just fine

Where the wind may blow

That's where I wanna go

High in the mountains

Down by the riverside

What's a restless soul to do when freed of all the joy and pain that livin' gave to me

That wild, untamed land is callin' me

I think about her often

It tears me up inside

A bottle keeps me warm now that that woman left my side

I stare up at the stars while I lie awake at night

And I dream about her sweet love every time I close my eyes

Where the wind may blow

That's where I wanna go

High in the mountains

Down where the valley's wide

What's a restless soul to do when freed of all the joy and pain that woman gave to me

That wild, untamed land is callin' me

It's callin' me

Callin' me

Callin' me