Travelin' Song

Well I woke up Wednesday morning with bad weather in my brain,

I lay awake awhile ignoring all the rain

Now everybody's talkin' about who they plan to be,

Everybody's talkin', everybody except me

And no one cares about your heartache or which lonely town you're from;

You got to take your salvation boy, however it may come

And I can't help but think about what I done wrong

To deserve this a roamin' this a travelin' song

Now I got a little money and I got a little time,

I got myself a pickup truck that I can call mine

I got myself a guitar and I got myself some friends

Some folks say I'm lucky, but I think it all depends

On the lens that you are looking through and the music that you hear;

Cause sometimes you don't recognize your own face in the mirror

And I can't help but think about what I done wrong

To deserve this a roamin' this a travelin' song

Out here on the highway, everything's so slow,

I thought I knew my way home, but now I just don't know

I'm going down the road with all them Easter Winds a blowin'

I'm going down the road and I don't care where it's going

So one more cup of coffee and the radio is on;

And I'll slip out your door to the breaking of dawn

And I can't help but think about what I done wrong

To deserve this a roamin' this a travelin' song