The Road I Travel — текст песни (B.B. King)

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 travellin` 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