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Text: Bo Bice. 3. You Take Yourself with You.

I hate this town, I can't even count the reasons
Don't know where I'm bound, I know is that I'm leaving
Down a dusty road that's been calling me for years
Daddy just shook his head, mama was fighting back the tears

I said, "Time to go, there's ain't nothing left but leaving"
When you know you know, you just can't fight that feeling

You can climb the highest mountain, go where no one's ever gone
On a crowded city sidewalk, you might find yourself alone
In the middle of the desert, anywhere the wind blows
Son, you take yourself with you wherever you go

Got a taste of the city life, those rollin' hills
Man, them L.A. nights, gave this country boy a thrill
But it never felt right like I ever fit in
So I kept moving on, now it's time to roll again

When it's time to go, there's ain't nothing left but leaving
When you know you know, like the changing of the seasons

You can climb the highest mountain, go where no one's ever gone
On a crowded city sidewalk, you might find yourself alone
In the middle of the desert, anywhere the wind blows
Son, you take yourself with you wherever you go

Now I found out the hard way, and I made my own mistakes
But my Daddy's words were with me every step of the way

You can climb the highest mountain, go where no one's ever gone
On a crowded city sidewalk, you might find yourself alone
In the middle of the desert, anywhere the wind blows
Son, you take yourself with you wherever you go
Now you take yourself with you wherever you go
Oh, yeah