HUNDRED MILES OF ROAD

Words and Music by Mike Clifford

Copyright 1991

Well it was late September in an east coast town

Summertime gone, I was feeling down

I was looking for something new

Loaded up my Chevy with guitar and bags

Not knowing where to go I just hit that gas

I went searchin’ for something to do

Eyes on the road and hands on the wheel

Feel the tire rolling beneath my heel

And a Hundred Miles of Road to call my own

Stopped into a roadside place I found

I saw her pushing plates and servin’ rounds

I said “Baby, what’s your name?”

Later that night when the sun went down

I walked her back home to a trailer town

Then I kissed her, and she did the same

Eyes on the road and hands on the wheel

Feel the tire rolling beneath my heel

And a Hundred Miles of Road to call my own

Hundred Miles of Road to call my home

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Solo

Spent that night staring out her room

Saw the open road and the autumn moon

And I left her with just a kiss

Don’t know where I’m going

Only know what’s gone

But now I’m on the road

And I’m feeling strong

So remember, it goes like this

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