Lyrics:

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.

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'

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 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)