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.

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