Mist on the water frost on the land
Ice on the highway snow on the hill
that old east wind's burning
a hole in my clothes
he's a mean, mean daddy for sure
well I've been down the hotlands
that smoke in the sun
turn my face northward, where I belong
there's a saying they got, I remember it well
you can't take the same road home
there's a face that I carry so dear to my heart
through a harvest of journeys, I live to forget
I've acted the stranger, played out my part
the stakes are forever
but I've lost on the bet on the bet
there's a house standing empty
as the way that I feel
I remember you leaving with a sharp city dude
and friends become strangers
and you know you're alone
Alone with the blues on the road
the blues for a long road home

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