The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
The Band of Heathens
I pointed north towards Kansas City
I thought I'd drive all night
I got oil in my gasoline
Smoke coming out my pipe
And every mile I leave behind me
Is like a hundred dollar bill
You know I might come back to get 'em
But I probably never will
Hallelujah
The road's my saving grace
Hallelujah
My home is not a place, not a place
Hallelujah, mmm
Wherever I may roam
You know I'm in the night right now
But the night is not my home
You know Jesus loves my mama
I guess he loves me too
But you know I'd like to ask him
What he thinks about the truth, mmm about the truth
And every mile I leave behind me
Is like wine running from my cup
'Cause when she left she cut a hole
I can't seem to fill up
Hallelujah
The road's my saving grace
Well hallelujah, mmm
My home is not a place, it's not a place
Hallelujah
Wherever I may roam, mmm
You know I'm in the night right now
But the night is not my home, not my home
(Instrumental)
Every mile I leave behind me
Is like wine running from my cup
'Cause when she left she cut a hole
I can't seem to fill up
Hallelujah
The road's my saving grace, mmm yeah
Hallelujah, mmm
My home is not a place
Hallelujah, mmm
Wherever I may roam
You know I'm in the night right now
But the night is not my home, not a home
You know I'm in the night right now
But the night is not my home