H A R D R O A D
Well my Mum and Pop they told me boy you know your just a fool yes they did.
When I told them I was leaving home and I was leaving school, yes I was.
So in a couple of hours I found myself headin down a south-bound road.
With everything I own upon my back, I carry such a heavy load.
Ooow, well it s a hard, long road that I travel.
Yeah, it s a hard, hard road that I travel.
It s a hard, hard road that I travel, down the line.
Well it s a hard, hard road down the line. I ll tell ya it is.
Well Mum and Pop see I feel good to be a travelling man, yes I do.
Cause I m diggin what I m doin and I m doin it as fast as I can yes I am.
Nobody s hangin things around my neck or put me in a pidgeon hole.
I got my dog, I got my radio. Living on Rock and Roll.
Ooow, it s a hard, long road that I travel.
Yeah, 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.
Tell ya mama.
Nobody s hangin things around my neck or put me in a pidgeon hole.
I got my dog, I got my radio. Living on Rock and Roll.
Well it s a hard, long road that I travel.
Yeah, it s a hard, hard road that I travel.
It s a hard, hard road that I travel, down the line.
Yeah it s a hard, hard road down the line.
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