Miles & Memories - Journey Car Crew

If you miss the train I'm on You'd know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles A hundred miles, a hundred miles You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles Lord I'm one, Lord I'm two Lord I'm three, Lord I'm four Lord I'm five hundred miles From my home Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Five hundred miles, five hundred miles Lord I'm five hundred miles From my home Not a shirt on my back Not a penny to my name Lord I can't go home This a-way This a-way, this a-way This a-way, this a-way Lord I can't go home This a-way If you miss the train I'm on You'd know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow A hundred miles

Don't close your eyes on 85 You just might miss that southbound Georgia exit sign Yeah, to most folks it's just another town Ain't a damn thing special 'bout That highway sign with the state-champ years A broke down store, live bait, cold beer That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours A half-burnt neon dive bar door Yeah, this map dot, ain't just a map dot to me Yeah, it's miles of memories My old six-string, Mike's plywood stage And I sang a song to the green-eyed one that got away In the fast lane past That highway sign with the state-champ years A broke down store, live bait, cold beer That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours A half-burnt neon dive bar door Yeah, this map dot, ain't just a map dot to me Yeah, it's miles of memories The love and the lost The gravestones and the cross We still burn bonfires And pour out Bud Lights for all of y'all Yeah That highway sign with the state-champ years A broke down store, live bait, cold beer That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks That old gravel lot full of four-by-fours A half-burnt neon dive bar door Yeah, this map dot, ain't just a map dot to me Yeah, it's miles of memories, oh, yeah Yeah, it's miles of memories, hell yeah