Never Tire of the Road

I was just naive and fancy free
When I left that dusty town
Route 66 to the westward
And I hopped an old freight down
California, here I come
By the side door pulling and my sunburnt thumb
And they called us okies, lowdown bums
While they looked us up and down

Never tire of the road
Never tire of the rolling wheel
Never tire of the ways of the world
Way out yonder is a-calling
And the dark road leads me onwards
And the highway, that's my code
And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
Never tire of the road

California to the New York islands, me and my guitar
And I played in many a hobo jungle, many a skid row bar
Standing out in the wind and the rain
That lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain
When you're waiting on some old freight train
That carries an empty car
See upcoming country shows
Get tickets for your favorite artists

Never tire of the road
Never tire of the rolling wheel
Never tire of the ways of the world
Way out yonder is a-calling
And the dark road leads me onwards
And the highway, that's my code
And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
Never tire of the road

Don't let the man fool you
Or take you by surprise
The dirty smell of the politician
Or the man with the greed in his eyes
They'll smile at you while they tie your hands
Spend your money and stain the land
Alone we beg but together we demand
And we'll burn down all their lies

Never tire of the road
Never tire of the rolling wheel
Never tire of the ways of the world
Way out yonder is a-calling
And the dark road leads me onwards
And the highway, that's my code
And that lonesome voice that I heard in my head said
Never tire of the road