Way back in my memory theres a scene that I recall
Of a little run-down cabin in the woods
Where my dad never promised that our blue moon would turn gold
But he laid awake nights wishin that it would.
When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds.
We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion,
With ol overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back
Man, its hard to make believe there aint nothing wrong.
But momma kept the Bible read and daddy kept our family fed,
And somewhere in between I must have grown
Cause someday I was dreamin that a song that I was singin
Takes me down the road to where I want to go.
Now I know, its a long hard road
Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night,
When the sun-up came, we got up and went
In the shadows of a working day, our moonlight hours spent
Singin songs along with grammas radio.
Now Im beatin down a ol blacktop road, sleepin in a sack,
Livin in my memories all in vain
cause those city lights aint all that bright, compared to what its like
To see lightning bugs go dancin in the rain.
Momma played the guitar then, and daddy made the saw blade bend,
And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum.
But I just kept on dreamin that a song that I was singin
Takes me down the road to where my name is known.
Now Im gone, and its a long hard road
Yes, I know, its a long hard road.