Jan Wickline Darkest Road For Miles Lyrics

Darkest Road For Miles Lyrics

See the room about half empty

Singles by the bar

And the room filled
with stale smoke

From the owner's cheap cigar



Same one line
pitches

Salesman's new suit

And the waitress never smiles at me

She just overhears the truth



And those endless nights of
playing

Go out with the styles

And those endless years of
praying

On the darkest road for miles...



Well this crowd's
about to break me

Is there anybody there

Who's up enough to wake
me

Doesn't anybody care



So I'm packing up equipment

As
I'm heading for the door

And the owner calls me over

Just to take a
little more



You can undercut my money

Like you've undercut
my style

And you take away the pleasure

On the darkest road for
miles...



So I carry on this journey

For a dollar and a
smile

The road I've chose is so dark and lonely

Sit and rest my
feet awhile



Sometimes I wonder why I bother

Toss it in and
watch it go

But the road is always calling

Cause there's always one
more show



You play because it's in you

Tribulation and
trial

You need them and you know it

On the darkest road for
miles..miles 4X