| (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
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