AT HOME ON THE ROAD
A poem by John Cody & Tony Myers
My mama wanted me to be a Doctor
My daddy told me Lawyers have it made
But I was born to travel; it’s planted in
My soul and I wouldn’t give it up for any
Other way.
As long as I can hear them big wheels turning
Somewhere on a lonely stretch of road
Nothing short of dying will ever tie me
Down I’d be like a river that won’t flow
Well I feel at home on the road I’m always
Happy when it’s time to go
My happiness is out there
With a white line down the
Middle, and it’s calling some
Where deep within my soul.
I known this feelings gonna last for
Ever, for my life is just an endless
Stretch of road. It’s my way of living
And it’s my way of giving, and I
Feel at home on the road.
copyright © 2000,2003 by john cody