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CROOKED ROAD (Acoustic Version)
Written by Barry P. Foley
Copyright: © 29 September 2007- Final Version 16 Jan 2009

In the Virginian Motel, counting the pickup trucks drive by
Looking out to Bull Mountain, where trees touch the sky
Little Coffee Break at nine, with new shops all around
Saturday night under the Star, looking for the Lost and Found

Drove out Route 57, go and see my Mom and Dad
Can’t believe its been 3 years, homecoming’s always sad
Hillside’s is full with tall pine trees, from all the seeds I sewed
Back when I was just a country boy growing up on the Crooked Road

CHORUS
Driving down on Crooked Road, Bluegrass Music flowing thru my mind
Memories of my childhood, take me back to a simple life
Looking around the old homeplace,  how the weeds have grown
Grandpa’s barn is almost fallen in,  on our piece of the Crooked Road

Driving down on Crooked Road, Gospel Music flowing thru my mind
Memories of my childhood, take me back to a simple life
No matter where I travel,  this old place is still my home
Leave that big old city,  drive down the Crooked Road

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