I hit the road wide open at seventeen
Mama cried herself
I took a walk down a road
It's the road I
I can't tell ya baby what went wrong
I can't make
I used to be now I'm not what you see,
Waiting at the station
Tears filling up my eyes
Sometimes the pain
Have mercy on a poor boy's heart
Cause I got the
Workin' this job ain't payin' the bills
Sick and tired rat
I count the falling tears
They fall before my eyes
Seems like
All right yea
I met this girl around quarter to ten
We
Everybody needs a little place they can hide
Somewhere to call
oooh there used to be a time when I thought
When I was a young boy
they said you're only gettin'
Woke up this morning on the wrong side of bed
I