Traveling Alone - Jason Isbell

Mountain’s rough this time of year

Close the highway down

They don’t warn the town

I’ve been fighting second gear for fifteen miles or so

Trying to beat the angry snow

And I know every town worth passing through

But what good does knowing do with no one to show it to

And I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Tired of traveling alone

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Won’t you ride with me

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Tired of traveling alone

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Won’t you ride with me, won’t you ride

Won’t you ride?

I quit talking to myself

And listening to the radio a long, long time ago

Damn near strangled by my appetite

In Ybor City on a Friday night

Couldn’t even stand upright

So high, the street girls wouldn’t take my pay

She said come see me on a better day, she just danced away

And I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Tired of traveling alone

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Won’t you ride with me

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Tired of traveling alone

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Won’t you ride with me, won’t you ride

Won’t you ride?

Pain in the outside lane, I’m tired of answering to myself

Heart like a rebuilt part, I don’t know how much it’s got left

How much it’s got left

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Tired of traveling alone

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Won’t you ride with me

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Tired of traveling alone

I’ve grown tired of traveling alone

Won’t you ride with me, won’t you ride

Won’t you ride?