Brock Zeman - Moccasin Road Lyrics
Three sheets to the wind in Monroe's truckWe were throwing our bottles out the windowsAnd flying down Moccasin RoadHey, hey, heyOh noI'll never know just what we hitI went through the glass and into the ditchBesides Springsteen singing on the radioAll was quiet on Moccasin RoadI don't know what we were thinkingLord, the way that we were drinkingI guess there's only one thing for sureI left more than my leg and some bloodDown on Moccasin RoadI heard someone yell: This one's still aliveBut I couldn't see for the blood in my eyesBut I still remember feeling my soulDancing above me on Moccasin RoadHey, hey, heyOh noI must've passed out some time around thenThe ambulance came and they loaded me inBut it was the Reaper who came to fetch MonroeHe took him off on a black horse down Moccasin RoadNow Monroe is lying undergroundAnd me, I'm still limping aroundMy thoughts might wander but I'll no moreEver step foot on Moccasin Road
