My Own Road

When I dreamed a highway
Across a desert night
From the last payphone in Houston
I called her up to say goodbye
Mama said I would be something
If I worked and spent the time
But I chose my own way
Over slaving nine to five
Guess I was born to run, born to ride
Made to live, doomed to die
God or no God, damned if I do or don’t
I was born and raised to follow my own road
Feeling restless
I was working day and night
Waiting for someone to take my hand
And hand me a brand new life
Mama said I would be something
If I tried my best to shine
But I’d rather spend my days
Chasing these yellow painted lines
Born to run, born to ride
Made to live, doomed to die
God or no God, damned if I do or don’t
I was born and raised to follow my own road
It’s easy to get angry
It’s harder to ask why
The world ain’t going your way
You say, «It ain’t no fault of mine»
But who can you blame this time?
Born to run, born to ride
Made to live, doomed to die
God or no God, damned if I do or don’t
I was born and raised to follow my own road
Born and raised to follow my own road