Too Late To Turn Back Now

 TOO LATE TO TURN BACK NOW

 Smell of sweat smell of leather

 Ten hours riding crossing that desert 

 A covered wagon a few milk cows

 Good Lord willing they’ll make it somehow

 Colt 45, four banditos, rattlesnakes 

 Crossing that Rio

 He’ll build a fire before the sun goes down

 And it’s too late to turn back now

 That Henry rifle by his bedroll 

 But he knows he won’t get much sleep though

 He sees a comanchero smoke in the distance

 One damn rifle won’t make much difference 

 His new young bride made the trip 

 With their newborn baby on her hip

 He could’ve worked for daddy but he’s too damn proud

 And he know it’s too late to turn back now

 That F150 was his grandpa’s

 Two suitcases and one old guitar

 Ten hour drive to that Nashville sign

 Guess he’ll have to sleep in that old truck tonight 

 He’s got a hunger in his heart

 And he won’t give up until he leaves his mark

 But it won’t take long until his money runs out

 And it’s too late to turn back now

 It’s too late to turn back now

 He couldn’t if he tried

 It’s too late to turn back now

 He’s gotta feed that fire 

 Deep inside

LIVED THOSE SONGS (BACK THEN)

 We were 16 wild and free

 Caught somewhere in between

 Innocent and knowing too much

 Life was simple and we were crazy

 Looking back girl on the way we drove each other wild

 With just one touch

 Cause must be doing something right 

 Was your favorite song

 When I sang Amarillo by morning

 You always sang along

 And girl I swear I’m already there

 They were written for us back when

 We didn’t know all the words

 But we sure lived those songs back then

 Garth Brooks and Chris LeDoux 

 Man I’m pretty damn sure that they knew 

 What we were doing in the backseat 

 Of my daddy’s car

 Can someone tell me cause I can’t see

 How someone in Nashville 

 Could have possibly lit our love up

 Right form the start

 Cause must be doing something right

 Was your favorite song

 When I sang Amarillo by morning

 Babe you always sang along

 Girl I swear I’m already there

 They were written for us back when

 We didn’t know all the words

 But we sure lived those songs back then