Текст песни
Heard old tires singing on roads that never heal.
Some folks kept on talking, some never stayed around.
But every empty highway left my feet on solid ground.
You can call it stubborn, you can call it pride.
I just kept on driving, one more mile at a time.
The road made me.
Every mile I walked, every bridge I crossed,
Every lesson bought.
The road made me.
Some folks kept on talking, some never stayed around.
But every empty highway left my feet on solid ground.
You can call it stubborn, you can call it pride.
I just kept on driving, one more mile at a time.
The road made me.
Every mile I walked, every bridge I crossed,
Every lesson bought.
The road made me.