Call Of The Road - Doc Watson

When I was a boy, I had to know, what I would find just over the hill

And while still a lad, I had to go, and so you see I’m rambling still

Life’s golden cup, for me was filled, with happiness, and measures untold

But i left the one, who cared for me, a treasure’s worth, so much more than gold

Young men that roam, take heed today, the call of the road, can be so unkind

It will lead you on, like a fickle kiss, and a wasted life, is all you’ll ever

find