Brothers Osborne — Midnight Rider’s Prayer

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Four wheels, six strings
Low on smoke and gasoline
Born to live
A midnight rider’s prayer

Same boots, new crowd
Same tune, new town
Trying to get to heaven
‘Fore the devil even knows we’re there

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies
We roll down the highway
We’re the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way

Go hard, live fast
Play guitars for bar tabs
If there’s a crowd
The show will never end

So we set it up
And we tear it down
Four hundred miles
To the next town
Gonna drive all night
Just to do it all over again

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies
We roll down the highway
We’re the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way

When your night is ending
Ours is just beginning

On the road again
Like a band of gypsies
We roll down the highway
We’re the best of friends
Insisting that the world keep turning our way
And our way