The Right Path Wasn't a Road

[couchgrouch]

The Right Path Wasn't a RoadWith a pump gun and a box of BBsI bagged three squirrels then got greedyand strayed off the trail chasin' morefinding the path woulda been fasterbut I followed sundown westwardthrough wildflowers and sycamorewhat caught my eye in that untamed worldwas a better catch than any squirrelcos the right path wasn't a roadthe proud heart keeps a pilgrim's codewhen you take the way that's unknowna sense of discov'ry sings you homethe right path wasn't a roadwith my cheap Gibson and 40 ouncersnone of my high school couns'lersliked the path that I was onthey all pushed me toward collegebut a life of spit and polishseemed duller than dusty country songsif I was lost and doomed to lose aloneat least the dream would've been my ownbut the right path wasn't a roadthe proud heart keeps a pilgrim's codeto walk tall you must take a standno one owns the guy who's his own manthe right path wasn't a roadI'd be living someone else's storyif I followed ones who'd gone before mecos the right path wasn't a roadthe proud heart keeps a pilgrim's codewhen you take the way that's unknowna sense of discov'ry sings you homethe right path wasn't a road(c)2006 Robert George