Peytan Porter - High Road

{Verse 1}
There's always pots and black kettles
Low hanging fruit on the vine
There's always room for more dirty laundry on the line

{Verse 2}
'Round here's a different business
Our own is all we mind
It's a long up hill path less taken
It's a climb

{Chorus}
Up here on the high road
We take a lot of low blows
We keep our mouths closed
While the town goes talking
We turn tell ourselves one day
Things are gonna go our way
Up here on the high road
We just keep on walking

{Verse 3}
We roll with all the punches
Wе're black and blue from evеry stick and stone
We could show the world their true colors
But we don't

{Chorus}
Up here on the high road
We take a lot of low blows
We keep our mouths closed
While the town goes talking
We turn tell ourselves one day
Things are gonna go our way
Up here on the high road
We just keep on walking
Yeah we keep on walking

{Bridge}
Left, right, hey hey
One day it's gonna go my way
Keep up, keep on
I know I ain't going alone
Left, right, hey hey
One day it's gonna go my way
Keep up, keep on
I know I ain't going alone

{Chorus}
Up here on the high road
We take a lot of low blows
We keep our mouths closed
While the town goes talking
We turn tell ourselves one day
Things are gonna go our way
Up here on the high road
We just keep on walking
Up here on the high road
We just keep on walking
We keep on walking