Big Road

Well I ain't goin' down that big road by my don't by the big road waaa
Can't you hear me talkin' to you?
I ain't goin' down the big road by myself
If I can't carry you, I'm 'bout to carry somebody else

I'm gonna sun gonna shine in my back door someday on my back waaa
Can't you hear me talkin' to ya
The sun gonna shine in my back door someday
And the wind gonna come till they blow these blues away
Yeahhhhh

Oh some people might tell you that
The weary blues the weary blues waaa
Can't you hear me talkin' to you
They might try to tell you – the weary blues ain't fair
They must a have been the same kind of weary blues I had
Cos this stuff will kill ya

The blues ain't nothin' but an achin' heart an achin' heaaart
Can't ya hear me talkin' to ya
The blues ain't nothin' but an achin' heart disease
If a stroke comes on children killin' me by degrees

Yeah the blues ain't nothing but a goddamn weary chill goddamn waaa
Can't you hear me talkin' to ya
The blues ain't nothing but a low-down weary chill
And if ya never did have it
I truly hope you never will