NORTH OF FORTY

 

 

VERSE
The world looks different on my side of the map, there’s gravel running under your wheels.
You never think you’ll make it back to a four lane road.
On my side of town there’s honky-tonks– killing everything you feel
There’s no straight shot to the blacktop – not for me.

CHORUS
North of forty – it’s hard to believe I found my way like some falling leaf,
Blowing on back roads, caught on a breeze, mile posts flying forty-one, two, three.
No one thought I’d make it – not even me.
North of forty.

VERSE
Well the Devil’s after me since I was a kid, no sense telling a lie,
This heart on my sleeve hid by ink I’ve outgrown.
I seem to find all the losing kind, lined up on long empty nights.
There’s no right side of the tracks – not for me.

CHORUS
North of forty – it’s hard to believe I found my way like some falling leaf,
Blowing on back roads, caught on a breeze, mile posts flying forty-one, two, three.
No one thought I’d make it – not even me.
North of forty.

BRIDGE
Some days I wanted to stop and just let go,
But without that path I’d be on a different road – north of forty.

CHORUS
North of forty – it’s hard to believe I found my way like some falling leaf,
Blowing on back roads, caught on a breeze, mile posts flying forty-one, two, three.
No one thought I’d make it – not even me.
North of forty.
North of forty.

 

Songwriter: Linda Schaible

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