Interstate Forty - Lonnie Donegan

Walkin' down the shoulder of Interstate Forty cussin' every rock that I kick

Since I lost everything in the last depression I’ve just give up and I’ve quit

But I’m happy tho I ain’t had nothing since morning but a cold drink and a pie

And it rained up the road bout an hour ago but I’ve walked these brogans dry

But that’s just life our on Interstate 40 but I’m a happy son of a gun

The governments givin' me Interstate 40 and the good Lord’s give me a thumb

Now you gotta be careful out on Interstate 40 cause the highway men ain’t dumb

There’s a law against hikin' out on Interstate 40 so you gotta know who to thumb

But if you’re like me you wouldn’t mind at all cause what the law calls

punishment

Is ninety wonderful days of patching up old Interstate 40 cement

Oh that’s just life our on Interstate 40…

Now the world’s my castle and the grass my carpet and my heart is all my own

The rains my bath and a Interstate 40 is my home sweet home sweet home

Now when I die just plant me close to where the big trucks whine and moan

Just anywhere along ole Interstate 40 will rest my weary bones

Oh that’s just life our on Interstate 40…

The good Lord’s give me a thumb the good Lord’s give me a thumb