Merryville Highway Song

Walkin’ down the side of the road,
Wond’rin’ where I’m goin’.
Walkin’ down the side of the road.
Nobody’s knowin’
The things I’ve felt. The things I’ve known.

There goes another bus
Roarin’ down the highway.
Spewin’ smoke and kickin’ up the dust, (and I’m)
Wishin’ that I hadn’t done things my way,
And left my home. And hit the road.

The days are fine; the summer wine is good.
The weather’s warm, it’s nice to walk.
It’s nice to stop, and talk awhile.

That’s when the people on the side of the road
Share a little time with me,
And let me know that I’m welcome in their country.
Like as not they’ll offer me a beer.
And I accept, and let them talk.

And let them say how pleasant it must be
To walk along the side of the road,
And go wherever I decide to go
And stay wherever I decide to stay.
And for awhile I’ll be content.

But evenin’ comes again before too long
And knowin’ that’s the hardest time,
I look for light and any voices.

But when they come I know it’s not the same.
The night is only just outside the door,
And with it all the memories of the past
I want to see, I have to see
the people and the places I’m lookin’ for
and can never find again.

Walking down the side of the road,
Wond’rin’ where I’m goin’.
Walkin’ down the side of the road,
Nobody’s knowin’
The things I’ve felt, the things I’ve known,
And can never find again.