Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, Never let it slip away. Always be a man, not a boy gone astray.
When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat Or on a frozen, rotted road With no one to complain to about your achin´ feet.
CHORUS: 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, Well, I leave it far behind, Who knows what you´re apt to find there. With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin´, Well it look like t´me this time I wont be buyin´
CHORUS
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. Well, I sing by night, wander by day. I´m on the road and it looks like I´m here to stay.