By Adam Carroll

Capo 2

I went to the barroom last night, I promised not to drink
before I went out the door that night I should have promised not to think
About the flipside of my actions when I came home alone
but I’m leavin’ too so if you come back you can expect to find me gone

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And if you wonder where I am tell you where I’ll be
Don’t use a map or a directory cuz’ I don’t like making plans or problems
I just like knockin’ around cuz’ doing nothing feels like something
when your somewhere south of town

Trees bring shade to a porch swing morning, the air smells somwhat clean
My only luxuries are my memories and they make room for my dreams
And pastures I’ve seen lots or pastures and dirt roads I’ve seen one
It may not take me to a destination but my destiny is just begun

Repeat Chorus
(I just like making my rounds)

Key change to
Maybe tomorrow you can find another man
tomorrow won’t take care of today, tomorrow is the second hand
And postcards say I’m sorry for lack of a better of a word
but goodbye says I’ll love you, goodbye never hurt

You can go to Puerto Rico spend your weekdays in the sun
and you can kill time looking at historical markers along the Highway 21
But if you drive as far Crockett, TX or if you get on a plane
You can think of me in terms of your memories but you’ll never hear me complain

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Instrumental Outro

By Adam Carroll

Well, the hillbillys taught me how to play guitar
City slickers taught me how to be a star
I don’t have either of ‘em down good yet
So I’m goin to the lake where I first got wet
Yeah I’m goin to the lake where I first got wet

You had tough luck chasin low down guys
You started out sour now, you’re pastureized
You got the same pretty mouth with a wiser tongue
I got radar ears, I can listen some
I got radar ears, I can listen to you some

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And I’m not gonna push ya, I don’t wanna press
I’m not gonna put ya through some kinda test
I’m not lookin for lust or makin up lies
But I just wanna meet ya by the silver lakeside

I remember summer time boys camps, blankets and trunks
I dreamed I had a stripper in my upstairs bunk
I had a dirty kid mind that’s how I got through
I could never love a stripper the way I loved you
I could never love a stripper the way I loved you

I wish I had more heart wish I stayed outta bars
Wish I had a big shot to sign my guitars
But a big shot’s name is a paint pen scrawl
Couldn’t play it anymore, I’d have to hang it on the wall
Couldn’t play it anymore, I’d have to hang it on the wall

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The weather was dry and the whiskey was good
And bad luck you up-chucked it like I knew you would
Said God get me home, I won’t do this again
Said I won’t be your preacher, but I will be your friend
When your mama finds you like this, you’re sure gonna need a friend

We’re all lookin for something if it isn’t too much
Some are lookin to tell and some are lookin to touch
There’s a right time to talk and a wrong way to rub
If I’m lookin for something must be your love
If I’m lookin for something must be your love

And now the lake looks muddy man it’s supposed to be silver
Got stood up on the bank but I got to remember
Everything in this world has two or more sides
Like a woman, like a river, like a Ferris wheel ride
Like a woman, like a river, like a Ferris wheel ride

So come on down to the silver lake now
Now we got more to do than the night will allow
You can stick your toes in the milky sand
We can rest our hearts where it all began
We can rest our hearts where it all began

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