| Lyrics：Robbie Robertson Music：Robbie Robertson | |
| Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, | |
| Never let it slip away. | |
| Always be a man, not a boy gone astray. | |
| When ya get half cra-zy from the August heat | |
| Or on a frozen, rotted road | |
| With no one to complain to about your achin' feet. | |
| (Chorus:) | |
| You're gonna walk that endless highway, | |
| Walk that high-way till you die. | |
| All you children goin' my way, | |
| Better tell your home-life sweet goodbye. | |
| When I see a detour up ahead, | |
| Well, I leave it far behind, | |
| Who knows what you're apt to find there. | |
| With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin', | |
| Well it look like t'me this time I wont be buyin' | |
| (Chorus) | |
| When they get a scapegoat by the throat, | |
| it's hard labour and cold beans. | |
| If ya get away real quick, | |
| You'll be eatin from the poison peanut machine. | |
| Well, I sing by night, wander by day. | |
| I'm on the road and it looks like I'm here to stay. | |
| (Chorus) |
| Lyrics: Robbie Robertson Music: Robbie Robertson | |
| Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, | |
| Never let it slip away. | |
| Always be a man, not a boy gone astray. | |
| When ya get half crazy from the August heat | |
| Or on a frozen, rotted road | |
| With no one to complain to about your achin' feet. | |
| Chorus: | |
| You' re gonna walk that endless highway, | |
| Walk that highway till you die. | |
| All you children goin' my way, | |
| Better tell your homelife sweet goodbye. | |
| When I see a detour up ahead, | |
| Well, I leave it far behind, | |
| Who knows what you' re apt to find there. | |
| With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin', | |
| Well it look like t' me this time I wont be buyin' | |
| Chorus | |
| When they get a scapegoat by the throat, | |
| it' s hard labour and cold beans. | |
| If ya get away real quick, | |
| You' ll be eatin from the poison peanut machine. | |
| Well, I sing by night, wander by day. | |
| I' m on the road and it looks like I' m here to stay. | |
| Chorus |
| Lyrics: Robbie Robertson Music: Robbie Robertson | |
| Take a silver dollar and put it in your pocket, | |
| Never let it slip away. | |
| Always be a man, not a boy gone astray. | |
| When ya get half crazy from the August heat | |
| Or on a frozen, rotted road | |
| With no one to complain to about your achin' feet. | |
| Chorus: | |
| You' re gonna walk that endless highway, | |
| Walk that highway till you die. | |
| All you children goin' my way, | |
| Better tell your homelife sweet goodbye. | |
| When I see a detour up ahead, | |
| Well, I leave it far behind, | |
| Who knows what you' re apt to find there. | |
| With the cost of livin, and the price of dyin', | |
| Well it look like t' me this time I wont be buyin' | |
| Chorus | |
| When they get a scapegoat by the throat, | |
| it' s hard labour and cold beans. | |
| If ya get away real quick, | |
| You' ll be eatin from the poison peanut machine. | |
| Well, I sing by night, wander by day. | |
| I' m on the road and it looks like I' m here to stay. | |
| Chorus |
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