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