J. R. Robertson
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket
Never let it slip away.
Always be a mannot a boy gone astray.
When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat
Or on a frozenrotted road
With no one to complain to about your achin feet.
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You re gonna walk that endless highway
Walk that high-way till you die.
All you children goin my way
Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.
When I see a detour up ahead
WellI leave it far behind
Who knows what you re apt to find there.
With the cost of livinand the price of dyin
Well it look like t me this time I wont be buyin
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When they get a scapegoat by the throat
it s hard labour and cold beans.
If ya get away real quick
You ll be eatin from the poison peanut machine.
WellI sing by nightwander by day.
I m on the road and it looks like I m here to stay.
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