If they ask you where the old man's gone
You may say you saw me leaving
If they ask you did I crawl
You may say that I was riding
If they ask you was I bent with care
Or did I hang my head in sorrow
You may say that I rode tall
Looking forward to tomorrow

All you have for me is questions
Living in the past they say
Why should I have all the answers
Let me make my way

If they ask you did I travel light
With no provisions close besides me
Say my saddlebags were filled
With all the dreams I need to guide me
If they laugh and say he's lost his mind
Did they aver stop to wonder
Just what the fool would hope to find
On the road that leads to yonder

If they ask you where the old man's gone
You may say you saw me leaving