Honey Wine

Made a stop on Main Street
Watch the horses graze
We'll be ten towns gone by the end of day
Roamed the length of Scotland
Living where we sleep
Just your folks' old trailer, and you and me

We're rolling
Rolling down the road
Yeah, we're rolling
Rolling down the road
Yeah, we're rolling
Rolling down the road

Worked awhile as farmhands
Your family and I
It paid like shame, but it felt like pride
Spent a week with John Boy
Horse tied to the gate
Once the council called him traveler, they sent his kids away

Cooking on cast iron
And drinking honey wine
Swear the sweet sugar dulls the thought of crying

We're rolling
Rolling down the road
Yeah, we're rolling
Rolling down the road
Yeah, we're rolling
Rolling down the road

Pitched up somewhere northeast
You said you couldn't sleep
Kissing like your tongue's a fire flitting through the trees
Sunrise seemed to ask me
"Are you where you want to be?"
It got me thinking: can you ever be?

We're rolling
Rolling down the road
Yeah, we're rolling
Rolling down the road
Yeah, we're rolling
Rolling down the road