I stand here lookin' up at the starts tonight. How can one man have so much in life. As I look around me, what a picture it paints. I'm much more than lucky, I oughta give my thanks. There's food
Just off of the beaten path a little dot on a state road map. That's where I was born and where I'll die. Things move at a slower pace, nobody's in the rat race. And these days that's a special way