Inherited Road

Grandaddy took the road late in life Bible in his hands and his splash Old Spice Preachin' his fire and brimstone all the way He played a little fiddle and he sang some too All those old hymnals he'd know on cue Now Granny she stand and watch him drive away Oh the road was calling Peaceful as the dove He'd preach words of wisdom Preaching of above Oh the road was calling Like a long lost love Reaching deep inside him Til it filled him up Papa was a young ramblin' man Left the kids raisin' to the woman's hands He sold homemade shine And he ran a saloon or two So Effie she raised them one by one Two fair daughters and three rough sons And one of them would run When he'd hear a train passin' through Oh the road was calling With the passing trains Shining through the darkness Breaking through the rains Oh the road was calling Like a long lost love Reaching deep inside them Til it filled them up I'm the granddaughter of travelin' men One drove for his soul The other sold with his hands On this inherited road I stand today The streets are reminders Of forgotten times I sell my wares and I preach my rhymes Hoping someone hears What this heart has got to say Oh the road is calling Like a scared child's cry Wakes you in the midnight And you wonder why Oh the road is calling Like a long lost love Reaching deep inside you Til it fills you up Oh the road is calling Like a scared child's cry Wakes you in the midnight And you wonder why Oh the road is calling Like a long lost love Reaching deep inside me Til it fills me up Oh the road is calling Like a long lost love Reaching deep inside me Til it fills me up