Lord Forgive Me

Well I know our rough and rowdy kind of Outlaw ways wont get us down to Tennessee,
But the times that we have, and the laughs we share make it all worth while to me.

Since I was a young boy, I’ve always been a little wild.
But when the clock strikes 12, and I’m off to Hell, 
I hope to leave you all with a smile. 

Oh, it’s the little things.
Like the moan of a steel guitar, 
Or when it cranks right up on a single turn, 
Long nights out at the bar

Oh Lord, Forgive me. 
For the things that I’ve done wrong,
When I’m far from home out on the road,
Forgettin the path that you put me on,
Cause I’m scared of loosin all the good that you gave to me. 
But if I go too far, dont take it hard, it’s just the outlaw side of me. 

There’s no better feeling, 
Than when you take on an empty stage,
You bleed your heart, and your soul on an old guitar,
Watch the crowd begin to sway. 

Don’t forget the little things. 
It’s the ways in which we’re made. 
It’s your time in the hills, Grandmas Sunday meals,
Or how you looked on our wedding day.

Oh Lord, Forgive me. 
For the things that I’ve done wrong,
When I’m far from home, out on the road,
Forgettin the path that you put me on,
Cause I’m scared of loosin all the good that you gave to me. 
But if I go too far, dont take it hard, it’s just the outlaw side of me.