G                                    D
Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket,
   A                         E
Never let it slip away.
G                          D                           A
Always be a man, not a boy gone astray.
D            C#             Bm A  E                               A
When ya get half cra-zy      from the August heat
D            C#                  Bm/A
Or on a frozen, rotted road
        E
With no one to complain to about your achin' feet.


         A    G               D                              A
        You're gonna walk that endless highway,
        D                     E                      A
        Walk that high-way till you die.
           G       D                   A
        All you children goin' my way,
        D                              E                         A
        Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.


When I see a detour up ahead,
Well, I leave it far behind,
Who knows what you're apt to find there.
With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin',
Well it looks like t'me this time I wont be a-buyin'

        You're gonna walk that endless highway,
        Walk that high-way till you die.
        All you children goin' my way,
        Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.

(Instrumental)

When they get a scapegoat by the throat,
it's hard labour and cold beans.
If ya get away quick,
You'll be eatin from the poison peanut machine.
Well, I sing by night, wander by day.
I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay.

        You're gonna walk that endless highway,
        Walk that high-way till you die.
        All you children goin' my way,
        Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye.


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