Travelin' Blues

Well, rocks is my pillow
The cold ground is my bed
The highway is my home
And my mind is well be dead
I'm walkin', walkin'
Seems I have no place to go
My mother's dead and gone
Father drove me from his door

I've got one pair of shoes
Don't even have a change of clothes
Oh, one pair of shoes
Don't even have a change of clothes
And this road I gotta travel
It is oh, so muddy and cold
Well, I'm gonna get religion
Learn how to pray
I need your help so bad
Good Lord, and that is the only way

I'm travellin'
Seems this road don't have no end
And I ain't got nobody
In this mean old world to call my friend
I've had so much trouble
Sometimes I could cry
Oh, trouble
Sometimes I could cry
I'm gonna find my mother's grave
Follow the tombstone and die

Die, die, die, die, die, die