Find My Way Back Home - Creed Fisher

This Oilfield town ain’t got much for me

'Cause I live my life out on the breeze

This pickup truck, it’s all beat up

And I know to some folks it don’t look like much

It always seems to get me down this road

The Good Lord always seems to get me where I need to go

Someday, I know I’ll find a place

Where I can ease my weak and weary soul

But until then, I’ll be out here on this wind

Set my sails wherever that wind blows

Try to find these pieces of my heart

Find my way back home

Out on this road I’ve made my name

A hundred miles an hour riding in my own lane

My neck is red, my collar’s blue

Always seem to do the things I should not do

I blame it on this blood that’s in my veins

Daddy was a rambling man and grandpa was the same

Someday, I know I’ll find a place

Where I can ease my weak and weary soul

But until then, I’ll be out here on this wind

Set my sails wherever that wind blows

Try to find these pieces of my heart

Find my way back home

You know I’ll set my sail anywhere that wind blows

Try to find these pieces of my heart

Find my way back home

Find my way back home