Lyrics:

Clark

I´m a roadmaster baby and I spent my life on the road
I´m a traveling musician and I`m carrying a pretty big load
I´ve spend my days driving down the highway
When the show is over I gotta do it my way
So look out honey `cause a roadmaster´s on the road
I met a pretty woman down in Nashville, Tennessee
She said she´d blew the harp if I could blow a number and see
The evening was nice, I knew her pretty well
She said she´d like to stick around and talk for a spell
But tomorrow I´ll be wakin´ and a roadmaster´s got to move on
One evening at a truck stop when I was on the way to a gig somewhere
some slick-back truck drivers started givin´me some shit about my long hair
I just smiled, I told them they were right
and I snuck out the door like a thief in the night
Got the four wheels a-turnin´, got the roadmaster back on the road
I´m a fool for the highway, I never thought of settling down
I like to play my music when there´s lots of pretty women around
Never noticed any difference between a woman and a lady
I love ém all from sixteen to eighty
when the moon is shining and the roadmaster´s on the road
I´m a roadmaster baby and I spent my life in the road
I´m a traveling guitar picker and I feel I got a big load
I´ve spend my days driving down the highway
When the show is over I gotta do it my way
So look out honey `cause a roadmaster´s on the road