In

Nine-

teen

Nin-

ty-

nine

I

was

first

learn-

ing

to

sin.

Cranked

up

and

hit

the

road

to

grind

some

gears

a-

gain.

Break-

neck

and

wreck-

less

I

had

a

trail

to

blaze

a-

head.

No

count-

ing

cost

or

who

I

might

have

left

for

dead.

Went

look-

ing

for

a

ri-

ver

of

gold

when

my

home-

town

was

catch-

ing

on

fire.

Left

e-

very-

one

I

loved

in

the

smoke

while

I

got

lost

be-

com-

ing

a

liar.

Now

I'm

up

stream;

I'm

get-

tin'

tired.

And

all

those

birth-

days

when

I

just

for-

got

to

call.

Heads

were

roll-

ing

I

was

a

po-

ster

on

the

wall.

I'm

not

sure

what

it

was

hang-

in

'round

my

neck.

I'm

cer-

tain

it

had

plans

to

take

what

it

could

get.

Went

search-

ing

for

the

Ho-

lly-

wood

sound

while

my

old

friends

were

curs-

ing

my

name.

I

thought

if

I

could

burn

out

the

sun

then

e-

very-

one

would

be

with

me

in

the

shade.

Wrong

as

I

was,

I

would-

n't

change.

And

all

those

birth-

days

when

I

just

for-

got

to

call.

I'm

sit-

ting

on

a

moun-

tain

of

guilt

that

I

fi-

nally

start-

ed

chip-

pin'

a-

way.

Here

hop-

ing

you

could

try

to

ab-

solve

all

the

years

that

I

was

play-

ing

the

game.

I

think

I'm

turn-

ing

home-

ward

a-

gain

and

I'm

pray-

ing

you

will

o-

pen

the

gates.

Will

you

let

me

in,

let

me

stay.