Karaoké Never Tire of the Road Shane Owens

I was just a small-town country boy when I left that dusty town

Route sixty-six to the westward and hopped an old freight down

California here I come by the side-door Pullman and the sunburnt thumb

And called us

Okies lowdown bums and the police on us frowned

Never tire of the road never tire of the rolling wheel

Never tire of the ways of the world

Way out yonder is calling me

And the dark road leads me onwards

And the highway that's my code

And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said

Never tire of the road

California to the

New York island me and my guitar

And we played in many a hobo jungle many a skid-row bar

Standing out in the wind and the rain

That lonesome whistle is a sweet refrain

When you are waiting for some old freight train that carries an empty car

Never tire of the road never tire of the rolling wheel

Never tire of the ways of the world

Way out yonder is calling me

And the dark road leads me onwards

And the highway that's my code

And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said

Never tire of the road

Don't ever let them fool you or take you by surprise

Well the onwards without journey and one day realize

Woody might be dead and gone but the words he wrote they still live on

May his spirit ever shine upon the cause that never dies

Never tire of the road never tire of the rolling wheel

Never tire of the ways of the world

Way out yonder is calling me

And the dark road leads me onwards

And the highway that's my code

And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said never tire of the road

Never tire of the road never tire of the rolling wheel

Never tire of the ways of the world

Way out yonder is calling me

And the dark road leads me onwards

And the highway that's my code

And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said never tire of the road

And the lonesome voice that I heard in my head said never tire of the road