Lyrics

?DUST ON THE ROAD?


LIKE THE DUST ON THE ROAD, TOSSED BY THE WIND.
HE DON?T KNOW WHERE HE?S GOING, DON?T CARE WHERE HE?S BEEN.
AND STAYING TOO LONG IS CARDINAL SIN,
WHEN HE,S LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO BE.
AND HIS HAND IS ON A BOTTLE THAT HE CAN?T QUIT,
CAUSE HIS MIND?S ON A WOMAN THAT HE CAN?T FORGET.
AND HE?S LUCKY I KNOW, HE AIN?T DISCOVERED THAT
LONESOME IS THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR BEING FREE,
SO SO FREE, OH SO FREE.


CHORUS

HE?S THE VICTUM OF TOO MANY LOUIS LaMORE BOOKS,
A VICTIM OF TOO MANY SIDE LONG LOOKS.
FROM THE WOMEN HE KNOWS, THAT HE?LL NEVER HOLD,
AND IT?S HARD TO ADMIT THAT HE?S FINALLY GETTING OLD,
SO, SO OLD, OH SO OLD.

II

LIKE THE DUST ON THE ROAD, HE?S BEEN ?ROUND AND ?ROUND,
WANT?S NO PLACE TO TAKE ROOT, JUST A PLACE TO LIE DOWN.
BUT HE MUST HAVE THE GOLD, AND THE SEVEN CROWN,
WHEN HE?S LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO BE.
AND HIS HAND?S ON A BOTTLE, THAT HE CAN?T QUIT,
CAUSE HIS MIND?S ON WOMAN THAT HE CAN?T FORGET.
BUT HE?S LUCKY I KNOW, HE AIN?T DISCOVERED THAT,
LONESOME IS THE PRICE YOU PAY FOR BEING FREE,
SO, SO FREE, OH SO FREE.
LIKE THE DUST ON THE ROAD.