Ozark Mountain Daredevils - Walkin' Down the Road lyrics
[Ozark Mountain Daredevils - Walkin' Down the Road lyrics]
Well, I'm walkin' down the road with
My hat on my head
Had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
Well, sun is shinin' on me and
You know it sure feels fine
Lord, I made it to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
Walked up to the window like
A nat'ral born man said I sure do hope that
Choo-choo train runs on time
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
Lord, I sure do hope that
Choo-choo train runs on time
Well, these two dollar shoes, Lord
They hurt my feet
But that fifty-cent liquor
Well it could not be beat
And I see no reason, reason to be sad
'cause I'm goin' where them cold
Cold winds don't blow
Where the streams and rivers, Lord
They all run slow
Ain't no use in cryin'
Cryin' over what you had
Lord, ain't no use in cryin'
Cryin over what you had
(ahhh, ahhh)
Well, I'm walkin' down the road with
My hat on my head
Had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
Well, sun is shinin' on me
And you know it sure feels fine
Lord, I made it to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
Walked up to the window like
A nat'ral born man
Said I sure do hope that
Choo-choo train runs on time
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
Lyrics are copyright 1972, 1975
Lost Cabin Music
My hat on my head
Had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
Well, sun is shinin' on me and
You know it sure feels fine
Lord, I made it to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
Walked up to the window like
A nat'ral born man said I sure do hope that
Choo-choo train runs on time
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
Lord, I sure do hope that
Choo-choo train runs on time
Well, these two dollar shoes, Lord
They hurt my feet
But that fifty-cent liquor
Well it could not be beat
And I see no reason, reason to be sad
'cause I'm goin' where them cold
Cold winds don't blow
Where the streams and rivers, Lord
They all run slow
Ain't no use in cryin'
Cryin' over what you had
Lord, ain't no use in cryin'
Cryin over what you had
(ahhh, ahhh)
Well, I'm walkin' down the road with
My hat on my head
Had to leave my mama in my big brass bed
Well, sun is shinin' on me
And you know it sure feels fine
Lord, I made it to the station
With my suitcase in my hand
Walked up to the window like
A nat'ral born man
Said I sure do hope that
Choo-choo train runs on time
(choo-choo, choo-choo)
Lyrics are copyright 1972, 1975
Lost Cabin Music