I found it outside of Birmingham
Headed to another place
Took me 500 miles to get to
The bottom of my suitcase
Was in-between a pair of jeans
And my old black winter coat
It took my breath way
When I read what she wrote
Chorus:
May the wheels keep turning'
Get you where you need to go
I'll keep the porch light burning
Till you get back home
May the angels fly beside you
Down every mile you roll
May heaven hear this prayer
Prayer for the road
As much as she misses me
She found the words to write
Enough to keep me warm
On a cold December night
And when I'm running on empty
And I'm feelin' lost
I can hear her voice
Whispering to God
Repeat Chorus
Musta read that note
At least a thousand time
It always takes me where
The highway meets the sky
May the wheels keep turning
May they get you where you need to go
I'll keep the porch light burning
Til you get back home
May the angels fly beside you
Down every mile you roll
May heaven hear this prayer
Prayer for the road, yeah
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