Travelin' Blues

Well, rocks is my pillow

The cold ground is my bed

The highway is my home

And my mind is well be dead

I'm walkin', walkin'

Seems I have no place to go

My mother's dead and gone

Father drove me from his door

I've got one pair of shoes

Don't even have a change of clothes

Oh, one pair of shoes

Don't even have a change of clothes

And this road I gotta travel

It is oh, so muddy and cold

Well, I'm gonna get religion

Learn how to pray

I need your help so bad

Good Lord, and that is the only way

I'm travellin'

Seems this road don't have no end

And I ain't got nobody

In this mean old world to call my friend

I've had so much trouble

Sometimes I could cry

Oh, trouble

Sometimes I could cry

I'm gonna find my mother's grave

Follow the tombstone and die

Die, die, die, die, die, die