Green Lights

I'm on the road again,

Tell my friends, I might be gone for good.

All that's left will be these hemlock trees in the Pennsylvania woods

I gotta get out of town before she finds another man to take her hand

If I stick around, it might break me down and truly be my end

I'll probably drink again and still pretend she never was the one

Keep on pulling the bottle until I see the morning sun

If not her then who else could it ever be

If I make it to West Virginia I know I'll finally be free

So I'll head on up the mountain