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Ants on a log
Floatin’ down a river
Runnin’ around
But not gettin’ anywhere
Our steerin’ wheels
Just ain’t connected
And we can’t jump off like flees on a dog
Can’t fly away like flies on a hog
We’re really just along for the ride like ants on a log
I got an uncle
He plays a game
He can’t win it
He’s got a mold
Tries to fit everybody else in it
When’s he gonna learn he’s bangin his head on the wall?
He ain’t gonna change
And he looks at me strange
When I tell him that I think we’re all
Just ants on a log
Floatin’ down a river
Runnin’ around
But not gettin’ anywhere
Our steerin’ wheels
Just ain’t connected
And we can’t jump off like flees on a dog
Can’t fly away like flies on a hog
We’re really just along for the ride like ants on a log
We all know people
Who yell at the cars and the traffic
Folks in a hurry
Life’s full of heartache and havok
I finally learned how to lay back and let life happen
I just image the angels up in heaven
Lookin down at us and laughin
At ants on a log
Floatin’ down a river
Runnin’ around
But not gettin’ anywhere
Our steerin’ wheels
Just ain’t connected
And we can’t jump off like flees on a dog
Can’t fly away like flies on a hog
We’re really just along for the ride like ants on a log
And just about the time you think you’re rollin’ in clover
Along comes a rabbit
And the world tips over
Ants on a log
Floatin’ down a river
Runnin’ around
But never gettin’ anywhere
Our steerin’ wheels
Just ain’t connected
And we can’t jump off like flees on a dog
Can’t fly away like flies on a hog
We’re really just along for the ride like ants on a log
Yeah we’re really just along for the ride like ants on a log
Read more lyrics about / on: river, fly, heaven, change, life, yeah, angel, car
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Click here to write your
comments about this poem (Ants on a Log by
Randy Travis
)
Katrina Williams
(2/25/2009 9:00:00 AM)
The lyric should be 'Along comes a RAPID'
There are usually no rabbits in rivers, but often there ARE rapids: -)
And just about the time you think you’re rollin’ in clover
Along comes a rabbit
And the world tips over
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