Well Traveled Road
(Norris, Mouch)

You can tell my old man’s age by the lines on his face
Each one tells story, some he’d rather erase
I ain’t never seen him cry, but they say eyes don’t lie
And his are blue even though they’re brown
He said you can’t walk on tears boy 
And you’ll never see me drown

He shook like a man with his leathered hands
His word built on gold, not in the sand
He always blamed church for this world of hurt
But there’s a bible by the edge of his bed.
Didn’t know where he was going
But he knew where he was led

God bless his soul 
He’s a well traveled road
The highway’s his home
He’s a Rolling Stone
You can tell where he’s been 
By the ink on his skin
Some say he was out of control
Please guide him oh Lord
He’s just a well traveled road

There’s a trail of black through the haze 
To that hole where daddy was laid
Yeah, he still led us on right up to the grave
He finally slowed down, when we put him underground
On the day of his reckoning
We all gathered round
And like a church choir we sang

God bless his soul 
He’s a well traveled road
The highway’s his home
He’s a Rolling Stone
You can tell where he’s been 
By the ink on his skin
Some say he was out of control
Please guide him oh Lord
He’s just a well traveled road



Well Traveled Road

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