Midnight Rider's Prayer - Brothers Osborne

Four wheels, six strings

Low on smoke and gasoline

Born to live a midnight rider’s prayer

Same boots, new crowd

Same tune, new town

Trying to get to heaven 'for the devil even knows we’re there

On the road again

Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway

We’re the best of friends

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way

Go hard, live fast

Play guitars for bar tabs

If there’s a crowd the show will never end

So, we set it up and we tear it down

400 miles to the next town

Gonna drive all night just to do it all over again

On the road again

Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway

We’re the best of friends

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way

When your night is ending

Ours is just beginning

On the road again

Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway

We’re the best of friends

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way

On the road again

Like a band of gypsies, we roll down the highway

Brothers till the end

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way