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50 In The Fast Lane
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Garrett Martin Bradford
Garrett Martin Bradford
Acoustic Guitar
Corby Schaub
Corby Schaub
Background Vocals
Pat Manske
Pat Manske
Drums
Bryce Clark
Bryce Clark
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Garrett Martin Bradford
Garrett Martin Bradford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Corby Schaub
Corby Schaub
Producer
Pat Manske
Pat Manske
Engineer

Lyrics

There's nothin' like a farm road on a stormy summer day Watch the clouds sail in like ships, as my dreams pull me away From the comfort of a future, to the fear of the unknown Searching for a garden for the seeds I'm gonna sew And ol' Haggard's on the radio singing me back home But my mind's too busy thinking bout the things that I don't know Hope my mama's prayers save her only boy from hell As I throw my last two cents down a neon wishing well It's just me and this old dog, rollin' 50 in the fast lane On the way to God knows where, driving all night through the rain It's a long ways to the top, but we're ready for a climb Living in a song that I write Well I found myself forgotten in a tiny Texas town Where the beer joints couldn't pay me, 'cause I couldn't bring a crowd Nobody wants to two step to six strings and the truth As I watched the whiskey slowly fill the fountain of my youth So I spent my last ten dollars on a local classified Found a picker and a fiddler, the bass and drums made five And we cut our teeth the hard way, it's all we ever knew And the good folks came to see us, and danced to all my tunes It's just me and this ol' band, rolling 80 in the fast lane On the way to San Jacinto, Driving all night through the rain A long ways from the top, but our name's up on the sign Living in a song that I write Now those record men are calling me to buy up all my rights So a daddy's boy from Boston can sing about my life CMT sensation talking 'bout what he don't know They pay me to keep my mouth shut And my country ass back home But it's hard to be bitter when them checks are rollin' in Bought a place to run Pa's cattle, Put mama in a Benz Yea the hurtin's all behind us, guess the Good Lord had a plan For the cowboy kid from Texas, drinking Coors out of the can It's just me and this old dog, back to 50 in the fast lane In a pre-owned Coupe DeVille, with some home grown in the ash tray A long ways from the top, but I guess we're doing fine Living in a song that I write Living in a song that I write
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