Seems like there's just ain't no point in doing anything Each time I drive my John Deere home To a phone that never rings And each time i haul the diesel down Right past the county line
I see her face in every damn road sign On that old road 99
I sit and think about happy times When I was still her man I drink and shake and smoke and look At my own trembling hands The only good I had in life the liquor drove away
I saw her leave in a truck that wasn't mine Down that damn road 99
It ain't easy to hold on But it's harder to let go And I can't pull myself together
I can't believe that she ain't mine And that she left me behind When she took road 99
I get up early and I work my fingers to the bone But every night when I get home I'm sitting there alone And each time I drank that whisky down I'm drinking to forget
And I see her smile, and I drink until i'm blind And I curse the 99
It ain't easy to hold on But it's harder to let go And I can't pull myself together
I can't believe that she ain't mine And that she left me behind When she took road 99