I'm Never Letting You Go - Ron Pope

Three hundred seventeen miles from flagstaff, losing what’s left of my mind.

Live like a junky, gypsy trade when chasing a ghost I can’t find.

The desert is burning and hope, man she whispers at night like a trembling

flame.

And I am afraid of the demon inside me the monster that runs through my veins.

Oh, oh oh… I’m never letting you go

The tracks that I ride on were laid down before me by men who became something

else,

Nashville and Memphis they ground them to ashes and cast them as angels from

hell.

And I’m not afraid of the day that I’ll die, and I can’t say that I’ve ever

been,

Just thoughts of the woman that I leave behind that made me repent for my sins.

Oh, oh oh… I’m never letting you go

Oh, oh oh… I’m never letting you go