Lyrics:

Way back in my memory theres a scene that I recall

Of a little run-down cabin in the woods

Where my dad never promised that our blue moon would turn gold

But he laid awake nights wishin that it would.



When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds.

We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion,

With ol overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back

Man, its hard to make believe there aint nothing wrong.



But momma kept the Bible read and daddy kept our family fed,

And somewhere in between I must have grown

Cause someday I was dreamin that a song that I was singin

Takes me down the road to where I want to go.



Now I know, its a long hard road



Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night,

When the sun-up came, we got up and went

In the shadows of a working day, our moonlight hours spent

Singin songs along with grammas radio.



Now Im beatin down a ol blacktop road, sleepin in a sack,

Livin in my memories all in vain

cause those city lights aint all that bright, compared to what its like

To see lightning bugs go dancin in the rain.



Momma played the guitar then, and daddy made the saw blade bend,

And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum.

But I just kept on dreamin that a song that I was singin

Takes me down the road to where my name is known.



Now Im gone, and its a long hard road

Yes, I know, its a long hard road.