Liv ing on the road, my friend,

was gon na keep you free and clean;

and now you wear your skin like iron,

and your breath as hard as (A)ker o sene.

Weren’t you ma ma’s on ly boy?

But her (D)fa v’rite one, it seemed.

She be gan to cry when (G)you said

good bye,

and sank in to your (Bm)dream.

Liv ing on the road, my friend,

was gon na keep you free and clean;

and now you wear your skin like iron,

and your breath as hard as (A)ker o sene.

Weren’t you ma ma’s on ly boy?

But her (D)fa v’rite one, it seemed.

She be gan to cry when (G)you said

good bye,

and sank in to your (Bm)dream.

A All the Fed er al es say

they could have had him an y day.

They on ly let him slip (D)a (A)way,

out of (G)kind ness I sup (Bm)pose.

(Bm)pose.