I Sang The Song (John Prine)

I could hear the highway calling
Long before the road ran through
Dreams are free and not much else is
What else can a poor boy do?

Calais, France, the cliffs of Dover
Name a city, I’ve been there
Women laughing, babies crying
Sounds the same most anywhere

Baptized in the old South River
Three times forward I’ve been blessed
Just another young hillbilly
Who would have thought, who could have guessed

Gordon Lightfoot, A.P. Carter
Mother Maybelle, June and John
It ain’t bragging if you’ve done it
Name the tune, I sang the song

Now I’m old, no way to hide it
Wouldn’t care to, truth be told
Once a man, and twice a child
But I’ve got a hand to hold

I could hear the highway calling
Long before the road ran through
Dreams are free and not much else is
What else can a poor boy do?