Way back in my memory there`s 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, it`s hard to make believe there ain`t 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, it`s 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 Gramma`s radio.
Now I`m beatin` down a ol` blacktop road, sleepin` in a sack,
Livin` in my memories all in vain
`Cause those city lights ain`t 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 I`m gone, and its a long hard road
Yes, I know, Its a long hard road.