Chorus (Timbaland)

I've been travelin' for some time (some time, some time)

With my fishin' pole and my bottle of shine (bottle of shine, bottle of shine)

On these long dark dusty roads (dusty roads, dusty roads)

I'm lookin, there's no where to go

I guess i gotta hide away, far away

Cuz i gotta find a way, to find my way

Cuz i gotta hide away, far away

Cuz i gotta find a way, to find my way-ay-ay-ay-ay-ay



Verse 1

I left out from mama's with my thumb in the wind

The leaves on the ground, winter's comin' again

Solid on the surfaces, I crumble within

But legends are made out of honorable men

So on the brink of death I still manage livin' life

Cuz so rarely in this world are these chances givin twice

I indeed sold my soul without glancin at the price

No instructions when i was handed this device

But with what i did give I was more than generous

Put others over self on several instances

But i'm back on my feet without a hint of bitterness

And one way or another I shall have deliverance

So I say...



Chorus x1



Verse 2

Can you recall a time people loved you unconditionally

Toast in the new south,