Country Boy

I've been missin' all it feels like I can't get right Got me weavin' through the roads on Texas high I see those days but can't turn back the hands of time As it fades away I'll live my precious life As I live the more I wanna go home As I live the more I wanna go home And I hopin' that those roads are paved with gold As I live the more I wanna go home Grab that Bible on my hip and then I go to work I got my six string strat on my lap then I sing a verse I bow my head then I go and pray thank the Father for another day I got my old boots on with that stack in my jeans cowboy cut I don't fear a thing I know where I belong I said I know where I belong And I know I fear just one thing the Father who has set me free I know