Hard Roads Home

Folding chairs under the oak tree shade

Uncle Billy's got the sweet tea made

I saw you walking up that gravel drive

And all the old ghosts came back alive

(oh yeah)

Oh, the years we lost to pride and pain

Standing here in the Georgia rain

We got old wounds that we never healed But this old love

is the only thing real (mmm-hmm)

We passed around the old photo book

But we both knew where we didn't look

Behind the smiles and the polite talk

We were pacing on a tightrope walk (yeah)

Oh, the years we lost to pride and pain

Standing here in the Georgia rain

We got old wounds that we never healed

But this old love

is the only thing real

(oh yeah, the only thing real)

Folding chairs under the oak tree shade (mmm-hmm) I'm so glad we

both stayed