Mother Road - In Memory of Townes Van Zandt

Riding and walking upon you each day,
Believing in you, I won't lose my way.
Driving upon you, with little to say,
Each curve brings new sights,
and they come as they may.

Mother road, mother road.
Taking your children,
Wherever you're told.
Sometimes to places, that they shouldn't go,
You bring us all back, you're our
Good mother road.

Sometimes the way is rough and unsure,
Sometimes the times are dark and impure,
Sometimes the travelers are seeking a cure,
You keep us and lead us, provide us your tour.

Mother road, mother road.
Taking your children,
Wherever you're told.
Sometimes to places, that they shouldn't go,
You bring us all back, you're our
Good mother road.

When journeys end and we watch from afar,
No longer able to drive truck or car,
You still remind us, with white stripes and tar,
The days and the ways, that you showed us our star.

Mother road, mother road.
Taking your children,
Wherever you're told.
Sometimes to places, that they shouldn't go,
You bring us all back, you're our
Good mother road.

Riding away, on good mother road,
Riding away, on good mother road,
Riding away, on good mother road,
Leaving this place for the one that I'm told.