Misc Originals – Cayden Sumner - Hell Of A Road (Guitar)

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I packed my life in a dusty old Chevy,

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Left behind the town that made me steady.

C                   G
Mama cried as I hit the highway line,

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Said, “Don’t forget, son, where you’re from this time.”

C                G
The neon lights, they called my name,

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But every mile, I kept feeling the same.

C                G
It’s a hell of a road when you’re chasing gold,

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Leaving behind what you can’t let go.

C                     G
It’s been a hell of a year,

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A hell of a fight,

C                        G
Trading backroad sunsets for city lights.

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The dreams I’m chasing, they cut me deep,

C                      G
But the cost of living this life ain’t cheap.

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I left my heart where those ole pines grow,

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Now I’m learning what it means to let go.

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Oh, it’s a hell of a road,

C                   G
But I still call it home.

C                       G
Tried to drown the past in a whiskey haze,

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But the sound of crickets still finds its way.

C                     G
Every bar crowd feels like an old ghost,

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’Cause they don’t know the boy I miss the most.

C                   G
Sometimes I wonder, was I wrong to leave?

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Trade dirt for pavement, love for a dream?

C                   G
But the fire inside won’t let me rest,

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I’ll keep on running ’til I’ve done my best.

C           G
It’s been a hell of a year,

Am          F
A hell of a fight,

C                G
Trading backroad sunsets for city lights.

Am                      F
The dreams I’m chasing, they cut me deep,

C                      G
But the cost of living this life ain’t cheap.

Am                    F
I left my heart where those ole pines grow,

C                        G
Now I’m learning what it means to let it show.

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Oh, it’s a hell of a road,

C                   G
But I still call it home.

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I see that small-town church in my rearview,

C               G
And every mile, I’m feeling something new.

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But the ghosts of my roots, they still hold tight,

C                     G
Guiding me on through the city night.

C           G
It’s been a hell of a year,

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A hell of a toll,

C                      G
But I’m finding pieces of my soul.

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The dreams I’m chasing, they cut me deep,

C                      G
But the love I left is mine to keep.

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And when the highway finally turns me loose,

C                     G
I’ll find my way back home to you.