Road Is My Religion

Yeah, and this one right here is dedicated to all the road warriors

To everybody who got to go out on the road every year to make they money

The spring and the fall. The 45 city tours

We in Idaho one night and Portland, Oregon the next day

Up in Anchorage Alaska and then Australia for three weeks

It's like this...

I got my bags packed

Backpack sittin' by the front door

Ipod, lab top, socks and drawers

The stuff that you need when you're out on tour

Home for one month then gone for two more

I'm a rolling stone that's gathering green

Cause my poems is known for packin' in teens

And from

Show to show I'm glad to be seen

But my home is home I'll lackin' that steam

But on the real

I got some bills to pay

My cable just got shut off the other day

Voicemail, got a million messages to play

Homies and the haters got a whole lot to say

And oh, I just love it because my life's so public

My business is in the streets and they think nothing of it

And no I'm not complainin'

I'm a keep campaignin'

Till I reach my goal or I go insane

The road is my religion

I'm a keep on sinnin'

Hope to God I'm forgiven for the way that I'm livin'

The woes and the women and the wheels keep spinnin'

Still I won't be forgiven for the way that I'm livin'

I'm on a Delta Continental American flight

And I won't be long so you know I pack light

But still I might miss and the way that I kiss you

Gotta know that I love you cause I left my heart with you

The night before I leave for a couple of weeks

Hear you cryin' in your sleep

Taste the tears on your cheek

It's sweet but it's bitter

The emotion that it triggers

Makes me miss my woman and her home cooked dinner

I wish I never had to leave

Perform for these crowds with my heart on my sleeve

But you still believe

And they say you naive

So I gotta keep the faith with every breath that I breathe

It needs to be said that it's just not easy

Every night different city, different women want to please me

I keep it true and I walk on through

Say my prayers and go to sleep after talkin' to you

Standin' at the truck stop watchin' this

Redneck truck drivers look at me and spit

I'm like

This is it?

This is the life that I chose?

A hundred days at home

Two hundred days on the road

But I guess I'm addicted

Because I really start to miss it

Don't know what I'm chasin' but I know I gotta get it

It ain't about fame or a couple of dames

Or a million different faces with a thousand different names

It ain't about praise or the hands being raised

To me it just a job and I'm glad that it pays

And when the road starts to call in the spring and the fall

If I don't holla back then my skin starts to crawl

And when I get that itch I gotta pack my bags

Dress up or go home

Hotels and jet lag

Can't lose my religion cause it's all that I have

I keep runnin' worldwide till I run out of gas

I'm so so sorry. To each and every girl I didn't call back

After we spent the night together. But you're beautiful

I love you. Man, you don't know about me. Mr. Dibbs!