(h. vanda / g. young)
My mama 'n' papa told me son that you're just a fool
When i told 'em i was leaving home i was leaving school
So then in a couple of hours i found myself
Heading down that southbound road
With everything i owned on my back
I carried such a heavy load
And it's a hard, hard road that i travel
It's a hard, hard road that i travel
It's a hard, hard road that i travel down the line
And it's a hard, hard road down the line
Well i wanna tell ya friends
That it's good to be a traveling man
'cause i'm doing what i want to
Living just the best that i can
Nobody putting rings around my neck
To put me in a pigeon hole
I've got my dog and my radio
To listen to some rock 'n' roll
And it's a hard, hard road that i travel
It's a hard, hard road that i travel
It's a hard, hard road that i travel down the line
And it's a hard, hard road down the line
