Way back in my memory
there's a scene that I recall,
of a little run down cabin in the woods.
Where my daddy 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, It's a long hard road!
