Verse 1
I left Troy County in a smoke-filled dawn
Ten years of fightin’, and I was gone
They called me Odysseus back in the war
Now I’m just a tired soul washed ashore
I got a map drawn on a barroom napkin
A Chevy instead of a wooden ship draggin’
And a head full of voices that won’t let me sleep
Sayin’ “home ain’t as close as it used to be”
Met a wild-eyed man at a roadside stand
Offered me “freedom” from a bottle in his hand
Said, “Drink this up, you won’t miss your past”
Took a sip and forgot who I was just like that
Chorus
I’m on my Southern Odyssey
Tryin’ to get back to what’s left of me
Every mile feels like mythology
Every wrong turn fulfills a prophecy
I’ve been cursed, I’ve been blessed, I’ve been lost in between
Tryin’ to find my way back to my queen
Yeah, I’m just a man with a broken decree
On my Southern Odyssey
Verse 2
Hit a town where the women sang
Soft like poison while the church bell rang
They said, “Stay awhile, no need to roam”
And they almost made me forget I had a home
They called it comfort, called it grace
But every kiss felt like a hiding place
Like time stopped spinning and I lost my name
Like I was willing to never leave again
Till I saw a shadow in the mirror glass
A man I used to be drifting past
And I knew that peace was a beautiful lie
If it meant I let my whole life die
Chorus
I’m on my Southern Odyssey
Tryin’ to get back to what’s left of me
Every mile feels like mythology
Every wrong turn fulfills a prophecy
I’ve been cursed, I’ve been blessed, I’ve been lost in between
Tryin’ to find my way back to my queen
Yeah, I’m just a man with a broken decree
On my Southern Odyssey
Verse 3
Fought a giant in a junkyard fight
Six-foot-six in the neon light
He said, “Nobody leaves this place alive”
Till I showed him what it means to survive
I lost good men in every town
Some I left, some still drift where the sirens sound
And every scar feels like a story told
Of the price of tryin’ to make it home
Now I hear the ocean in the interstate
Like Poseidon’s anger still callin’ my fate
And I know every step is a test of time
Written in whiskey and white road lines
Final Chorus
I’m on my Southern Odyssey
Blood and rust and broken loyalty
Every ghost I meet knows my history
Every mile drags me closer to she
I’ve been cursed, I’ve been blessed, I’ve been lost in between
Tryin’ to find my way back to my queen
And I’ll burn every map till the truth sets me free
From this Southern Odyssey
SilasCrowe