Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Darrell Scott
Playing 'cross the country with a 5-piece band
I'm just trying to make a living with a guitar in my hand
I've seen New York City skyline and I've felt the la blues
And I've worked ever bar from here to saskatoon
I stay in 2 bit hotels in the cities where I roam
But I've never laid my body down in one that felt like home
I guess home is where the heart is and my heart's home with you
Still after years of chasing rainbows every road leads back to you
Every road leads back to you
Though you sometimes feel neglected
There's nothing that means as much to me as you
But I was born to sing the blues and every road leads back to you
Last night we worked in Denver, I guess we put on quite a show
But I left the hotel restless with nowhere to go
I walk through snowy city sidewalks through the silent avenues
And as the sun came up I realized every road leads back to you
Every road leads back to you
Though you sometimes feel neglected
There's nothing that means as much to me as you
But I was born to sing the blues and every road leads back to you
I guess I'll always sing these blues but every road leads back to you