Interstate 40

Walkin’ down the shoulder of Interstate 40 just a cussin’ every rock that I kick
Since I lost everything in the last depression I just give up and I quit
But I’m happy though 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 my life out on Interstate 40 but I’m a happy son of a gun
The government’s 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 patchin’ up old Interstate 40 cement
Yeah that’s just my life…

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

That’s just my life on Interstate 40 and the good Lord’s give me a thumb
And the good Lord’s give me a thumb