Hard Road

(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