Lyrics：Robbie Robertson Music：Robbie Robertson Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, Never let it slip away. Always be a man, not a boy gone astray. When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat Or on a frozen, rotted road With no one to complain to about your achin' feet. (Chorus:) 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. 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 look like t'me this time I wont be buyin' (Chorus) When they get a scapegoat by the throat, it's hard labour and cold beans. If ya get away real 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. (Chorus)
Lyrics：Robbie Robertson Music：Robbie Robertson Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, Never let it slip away. Always be a man, not a boy gone astray. When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat Or on a frozen, rotted road With no one to complain to about your achin' feet. (Chorus:) 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. 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 look like t'me this time I wont be buyin' (Chorus) When they get a scapegoat by the throat, it's hard labour and cold beans. If ya get away real 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. (Chorus)
