(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