Woke up in the morning with the middle of nowhere blues
Nothing in my pocket, but a ticket that I can’t use
Been hanging around this town and it’s starting to show
Down the road I go

Standing on the highway with the road burning through my shoes
Roll over Kerouac and tell Woody Guthrie the news
Heard it said there ain't nothing ahead, but I don’t know
Down the road I go

Blowing in the wind and flying like a cannonball
Never seen a city where I couldn't find a place to fall
But it’s only a matter of time before I'm feeling low
Down the road I go

Daddy was a Chevy, Mama was a Cadillac
I was gone as soon as I was born and I ain't been back
I'm a rounder and a friend to any old wind that blows
Down the road I go