Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell
Matt Stillwell & Colt Ford
Ain't nothing on this stretch of 75
But tail lights and white lines
These old wipers can hardly keep up
With this Georgia sky, it's just now opened up
I can feel you closing in on me
Damn this rain, damn this road
No, this ain't the way it's supposed to go
Damn these tears and damn this pain
I was making good time leaving you behind
Damn this train
I could put a few more miles between us
If I could see anything in front of me
I speed up then I slow down
When I sit still I wanna turn around
Wish I could put the peddle on the floor
Damn this rain, damn this road
No, this ain't the way it's supposed to go
Damn these tears and damn this pain
I was making good time leaving you behind
Oh, I wish this sky would clear
So I could disappear into the night
Damn this rain, damn this road
No, this ain't the way it's supposed to go
Damn these tears and damn this pain
I was making good time leaving you behind
Damn this rain