[ Featuring Leah Crose ]
From the California pines to the Carolina sands
The chill of Minnesota the heat of Arizona
These two feet have rambled and they've roamed
Just about anywhere a drifter could dream to go
This kind of life is not for everyone
I'm the traveling kind
Knowing it's just a matter of time
Til' I run out of road
I get called home
Back to where my heart never left
Where my story began
When you find me please lay me to rest
In the dirt of the Midwest
Where the farmer's pray for rain so the crops can surely grow
That harvest in the autumn will sell as good as gold
Neighbors lend a hand when hard times roll around
You'll never meet a stranger in these parts of town
There's nothing like this kind of way of life
I'm the traveling kind
Knowing' it's just a matter of time
Til' I run out of road
I get called home
Back to where my heart never left
Where my story began
When you find me please lay me to rest
In the middle is where my roots run deep
It's where my soul and body meet
Next to my family's name
Is where my legacy will remain
Ohhhhhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh
I'm the traveling kind
Knowing' it's just a matter of time
Til' I run out of road
I get called home
Back to where my heart never left
Where my story began
When you find me please lay me to rest
When you find me please lay me to rest
In the dirt of the Midwest
