3 acessos
Well, the rocks is my pillow
The cold ground is my bed
The highway is my home so i might as well be dead
I'm walkin' and walkin', seems i have no place to go
Yes, mama's dead and gone
And papa throw me from his door
I have one pair of shoes
Don't even have a change of clothes
And this road i've got to travel, yes, it's so chilly and cold
Yes, i'm going to have religion and learn how to pray
I need help, now people, seem that's the only way
I'm travellin' and travelin'
Seem like this road has got no end
I ain't got nobody, people
In this whole world to call my friend
I've got so much trouble, people, sometimes i could cry
I've got so much trouble, so much trouble
Sometimes i could cry
Yes, sometimes i could just break down
Seem like i could just break down and die