Aaron Lewis

Another two months on the road
Just two more miles and I'll be home to what I know
Where things move a little slower
And people always wave goodbye and say hello
And the maples on this road
They must be 300 years old
Just imagine all the stories they could tell
Of the tractors and the cars
All comin home from Liston's Bar
And the country folk just out to raise some hell
To raise some hell
This is my home
This is where I belong
Where my daughter's go to school
Where opinions are strong
Where my neighbors are my friends
And the story Never ends
So I just hit the ground and keep on runnin
All of yesterday has come and gone
And so you try to pick up all the pieces
Put it all back the way that it belongs
Well the next thing that you know
It's time to play another show