TRAVELING DOWN THE BLUE ROAD
Marshall Wilborn
DOYLE LAWSON


Traveling down the blue road
Wondering, hardly waiting just to get back home again
Winds are blowing down the blue road
Too long a loser, soon he's gonna win.


1st verse


He's worked in wood, worked in steel, call him what you will
Years can never outnumber the miles on his shoes
Been a lover and a fighter, gambler and moonshiner
Call him well-acquainted with the blues.


2nd verse


Speak of oil fields, cottonfields, bright lights and city nights
Think about most any place he may have lived or died
There but now there's a lady who can turn back the miles
Gentle as a summer morning air.








(Contributed by  - April 2008)