[Verse 1]
My granddaddy was a trucker, took his fair share of bumpers
Chasing white lines for a dollar, but he never let us down
Now I'm a different breed of drifter, I do my kind of drifting
With a guitar and a bottle and I play it good and loud
I cut tail and run too often to a bar down in Austin
If I forget the words, you can blame it on the Crown

[Chorus]
But you can bet I know
About a lonesome road
You can bet I know
About a heavy load
They call it playing for a living, but the truth is, it isn't
As easy as a-writin' a song
Tell my babies I love 'em
But their daddy ain't never coming home

[Verse 2]
Well, I still remember hearing the roaring of the enginе
Rolling in the drive after onе long run
And he worked himself to death, but on his death bed
He looked at me and said, "The job ain't done"
And I seen all I can see, just a guitar and me
Chasing every honky-tonk in the setting sun
[Chorus]
But you can bet I know
About a lonesome road
You can bet I know
About a heavy load
They call it playing for a living, but the truth is, it isn't
As easy as a-writin' a song
Tell my babies I love 'em
But their daddy ain't never coming home

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
You can bet I know
About a lonesome road
You can bet I know
About a heavy load
They call it playing for a living, but the truth is, it isn't
As easy as a-writin' a song
Tell my babies I love 'em
But their daddy ain't never coming home

[Outro]
Tell my babies I love 'em
But their daddy ain't never coming home
Ain't never coming home