(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