lyrics
Man of the Road
February 1, 1993
I have traveled over one-thousand miles
From highway cornfields to the subway turnstiles
Life ain't easy for a travelin' man
You wear your heart on your sleeve
And put your head in your hands
I play my songs for people in bar rooms downtown You've probably seen me 'cause I'm always around I have a message but it's not very clear I'm just a man of the road and I don't have to be here
What would the people say now? What would they what would they what would they what would they What would the people say now- If I was gone
All the stories I tell you've heard them before I go from town to town and then I come back with more Though they're all similar-the characters change I'm not a poet or a prophet, I'm not here to explain
I don't have to be clear I don't have to be here I don't have to be real It just has to make you feel - something
I play my songs for people in bar rooms downtown You've probably seen me 'cause I'm always around I have a message but it's not very clear I'm just a man of the road and I don't have to be here
What would the people say now? What would they what would they what would they what would they What would the people say now- If I was gone
All the stories I tell you've heard them before I go from town to town and then I come back with more Though they're all similar-the characters change I'm not a poet or a prophet, I'm not here to explain
I don't have to be clear I don't have to be here I don't have to be real It just has to make you feel - something
© j. Wilford, 2/93