Blackwood Road
Blackwood Road: A Bittersweet Journey of Home and Heartache
Lyrics
I know how to skip, every stoplight in this town
I am skilled at avoiding traffic lights in this town.
Guess it ain't hard to do when there's only one of them around
It's not difficult to avoid them when there's only one in the town.
Lived here for seventy years, built a house and raised the kids
I have lived here for seventy years, built a home, and raised my children.
Now we'll pack it up in boxes, let the auctioneer take the bids
We are now packing up our belongings for auction as we leave.
I've seen plenty of old friends, come and go
I have witnessed many friends come and go.
Every blade of grass in the lawn the seed I sowed
Every part of the lawn, every seed I planted, holds memories.
Each harvest watched my mother work her hands to the bone
I observed my mother work tirelessly during each harvest.
This wasn't just a house, it was my home
This house wasn't just a structure; it was a cherished home.
And out on Blackwood Road I wake up when the rooster crows
On Blackwood Road, I awaken to the rooster's crow.
It ain't easy to leave behind
Leaving is not easy.
Thought I'd die out here, where I lost all my hair
I thought I would spend my last moments here, where I aged.
Out on Blackwood Road
Reflecting on experiences on Blackwood Road.
Spent harsh winters by the fire, and every autumn in the leaves
I endured harsh winters by the fire and autumns amidst the leaves.
But now the sold sign is up, it's almost time to leave
The 'sold' sign is up, signaling the impending departure.
And I'll miss the long driveway that I paved on my own
I'll miss the driveway I personally paved; this was more than a house.
This wasn't just a house, it was my home
Reiterating that the house was a cherished home.
And out on Blackwood Road I wake up when the rooster crows
Awakening to the rooster on Blackwood Road is a routine.
It ain't easy to leave behind
The difficulty of leaving behind this place is emphasized.
Thought I'd die out here, where I lost all my hair
Contemplating mortality in the place where I aged.
Out on Blackwood Road, out on Blackwood Road
Reiteration of experiences and emotions on Blackwood Road.
And out on Blackwood Road, wake up when the rooster crows
Again, waking up to the rooster on Blackwood Road.
It ain't easy to leave behind
Emphasizing the difficulty of leaving this place behind.
Thought I'd die out here, where I lost all my hair
Reflecting on aging and mortality on Blackwood Road.
Out on Blackwood Road, out on Blackwood Road
Reiteration of the emotional attachment to Blackwood Road.
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