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Storm is on the highway 

Ridin’ with the dog 

Black clouds in the rear-view 

My mind’s in a fog 
 

I flip on the wipers 

Fingers so numb 

It’s not where I’m runnin’ to 

It’s what I’m runnin’ from
 

Crash now of thunder 

Oh, the danger is nigh 

As bolts of lightnin’ 

Rip through the sky 
 

Pedal to the metal 

Like a runaway train 

Dog is howlin’ 

Funnel on the plain 
 

Twister is lurking 

And death is closing in 

Sooner or later 

You gotta pay for your sins 
 

Hail like gunshots 

Snappin’ on the roof 

If God you ever doubted 

Well, here is your proof 
 

They say the Devil’s beatin’ his wife 

So don’t you give me no flak 

Yeah, I’m on a mission, baby 

I’m on the road back 
 

White line fever 

Rollin’ through my brain 

Life in the city 

Is nothin’ but pain 
 

Cuttin’ through the cornfields 

Shotgun in the rack 

Wait for me, darlin’ 

I’m on the road back 
 

So turn your face into the sun 

It’s your own shadow you must shun 

Life is but a precious coin 

Make sure you spend it well 

Take the road to Heaven, son 

Don’t take the road to Hell 

Like a diamond bullet to the brain 

It’s with you, my son, I share this refrain 

And when you’re lost in sorrow 

And life is racked with pain 

Don’t wait until tomorrow 

To find your peace again 

When you feel in your heart you’re about to crack 

Jump on that highway and take the road back

 

Weather the storm 

Don’t be afraid 

The Fates and the Heavens cannot be delayed 

Jump on that highway and let the thunder crack 

Be a man, my son, and take the road back 

Yeah, be a man, my son, and take the road back 

Be a man, my son, and take the road back 

Be a man, my son, and take the road back

 

Take the road back 

Take the road back 

Take the road back 

Take the road back 

Take the road back 

Take the road back 

James Woods

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