Broken Highways - Greensky Bluegrass

My records are scratched, my tapes are unwound

Trying to finding a song to ease my mind

Boxes and pictures, scattered on the floor

With a tear in my eye I go through them all

Trying to find just who you were

The one who saved me

The one who named me

The one who left me here on my own

Now the sun is up, the sky is green

Wishing my life could be just a dream

Something as sweet, as walking with you

Or a banjo singing one of Hartford’s tunes

Like «Skippin' in the Mississippi Dew»

The «Julia Belle Swain»

«Natchez Whistle»

Or something I cannot put my finger on

Traveling down life’s broken highways

Carrying a load and bound to run

My records are scratched, my tapes are unwound