Going Somewhere - Tim Hicks
Just a poor boy from a pothole town kind when you're in,
it's hard as hell to get out
even if you do you turn back around bein' broke don't help
So even if I had to go and sell my truck 500 miles on a Greyhound bus,
couldn't let my dream just bite the dust. So I told myself,
* I don't know how I don't know where but I'm gonna tell you right now.
** These boots are going somewhere where the sun's gonna shine on me
and the grass grows neon green. Everybody's gonna know my name.
These boots are going somewhere. No mountain I ain't gonna climb.
No river that's too damn wide. No I'm never gonna wish I'd tried
These boots are going somewhere. These boots are going somewhere. Yeah.
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