Nameless Road

In the hills up north of Austin There's a road that has no name Two lanes that cut through history Not at all what you'd call tame The curves are tight and treacherous And the ghosts are everywhere I can hear them in the wind Because I know what happened there This old road they call it Nameless That's what's printed on the signs Rocks and rust, foundations and dust Windmills endless crying Nameless road Nameless road Where the oak and cedar grows And where every cowboy knows You're not alone on Nameless road Time rolls on on Nameless road The Rodgers and the Colleys The Turners and the Briggs It feels as though they watch me Like the whitetails and the pigs All along the Big Sandy And past the Sunset Ranch Meteorites and rattlesnake bites Kiowa and Comanche Giant hills surround me Like a posse that's been froze But they always let me pass on through Out of kindness I suppose Nameless road, oh Nameless road Where the oak and cedar grows And where every cowboy knows You're not alone on Nameless road Time rolls on on Nameless road