20 miles east of Aberdeen   This guitar case wearing a hole in my jeans   People ask me, where are you from, and I won't say      Sweat running down my dusty face   Northwest towns look all the same   People ask me who I am, and I won't say   I just tell them...      It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...   It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...      I've slept all alone too many times   Memories invade my foolish mind   People as me where I'm from, and I won't say   So I just tell them...   It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...   It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...      It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...   It's a long, long, windey road, I've been on...