The Road I Travel
by 
recording of 19 
from , 
Well, the rocks is my pillow 
The cold ground is my bed 
The highway is my home so I might as well be dead 
I'm walkin' and walkin', seems I have no place to go 
Yes, mama's dead and gone 
And papa throw me from his door 
I have one pair of shoes 
Don't even have a change of clothes 
And this road I've got to travel, yes, it's so chilly and cold 
Yes, I'm going to have religion and learn how to pray 
I need help, now people, seem that's the only way 
I'm travelin' and travelin' 
Seem like this road has got no end 
I ain't got nobody, people 
In this whole world to call my friend 
I've got so much trouble, people, sometimes I could cry 
I've got so much trouble, so much trouble 
Sometimes I could cry 
Yes, sometimes I could just break down 
Seem like I could just break down and die