[ Featuring His Orchestra ]
Well rocks is my pillow cold ground is my bed
Highway is my home and I'd rather be dead
I'm walking Lord I don't have nowhere to go
The road I'm traveling on oh the road is mighty cold
I have a lot of trouble sometime I can cry
I have a lot of trouble sometime I can cry
My mama dead and gone
Nobody in this world to call my own
Well I tried to get religion Learn how to pray
I need help bad time on the way
I'm walkin' Lord I don't have nowhere to go
But the road I'm travelin' on
You know the road is mighty cold
I have a lot of worries sometime I can cry
Lord I got a lot of worries sometime I can cry
Going to my mama's grave for no tombstone and died
