And I've been going down This only road I know of That'll get me where I'm a-goin' Headed toward that Skynyrd song And I've been thinking 'bout The only life I've led out The people I laugh out loud and Break bread with And I can see it now The purest of pine tees The evergreen forests Dotted with blushin' oaks And I'm sinking low In the Cahaba valley Tasting all the whiskey The locals can still My back glass is filled with the old west Where cicadas sing The death of sunset And my back is tired of Holding my nose To that graceless grindstone And I can taste it now The sweetest of honey That you'll ever pull From that suckle stem And the old bon fire Where I have forgotten A dozen more memories Then I'll ever make My wheels roll on Running to (on my way) and not away from (back home) And I can see it now (so clearly) The purest of pine tees The evergreen forests Dotted with blushin' oaks And I'm sinking low (in the valley) In the Cahaba valley Tasting all the whiskey The locals can still And I can taste it now (so sweet) The sweetest of honey That you'll ever pull From that suckle stem And the old bon fire (good times) Where I have forgotten A dozen more memories Then I'll ever make I was saved by blood Of the only God I know of He'll get me where I'm a-goin' Headed toward that hymnal song I can see it now The end of the high way Exit 280 then head south bound