Road To Cairo
A fella told me
This here road leads to Cairo
I got to get me a ride
I got to go back
Go back to my children
I got to see my little bride
I've been traveling
Gone a long, long time
Don't know what I'll find
Scared of what I'll find
But I just got to see them again
Hey, thanks for stopping
Are you headed down to Cairo?
I wrecked my Lincoln in Saint Jo
Why, to little old Cairo?
Oh, no special reason
Look up some folks I used to know
Me, I travel some
Have my share of fun
Well, you see that's a life that I choose to live
Sure I've played and lost
But who minds the cost?
You got to take much more than you give
Hey, could I try your cigar?
Hmm, I sure like this car
Brought from your daddy as a gift
Say on second thought
There's gifts that I haven't bought
You can drop me here, thanks for the lift
Yes, I've traveled some
Yes, I've been a bum
I've never had a dime for keeps
I left to make my own way
Told him I can't stay
To see my children poor as sin
I know this road, I know this road
It leads straight into Cairo
Over twenty-two miles straight ahead
But I can't, I can't walk down this road to Cairo
They're better thinking I'm dead
They're better thinking that I'm dead
I've been traveling
Gone a long, long time
Don't know what I'd find
Scared of what I'd find
I can't, no I can't walk down this road
I can't walk down this road
No, I can't walk down this road, this road
No, hey, hey, no, no, no
I can't walk down this road
This here road leads to Cairo
I got to get me a ride
I got to go back
Go back to my children
I got to see my little bride
I've been traveling
Gone a long, long time
Don't know what I'll find
Scared of what I'll find
But I just got to see them again
Hey, thanks for stopping
Are you headed down to Cairo?
I wrecked my Lincoln in Saint Jo
Why, to little old Cairo?
Oh, no special reason
Look up some folks I used to know
Me, I travel some
Have my share of fun
Well, you see that's a life that I choose to live
Sure I've played and lost
But who minds the cost?
You got to take much more than you give
Hey, could I try your cigar?
Hmm, I sure like this car
Brought from your daddy as a gift
Say on second thought
There's gifts that I haven't bought
You can drop me here, thanks for the lift
Yes, I've traveled some
Yes, I've been a bum
I've never had a dime for keeps
I left to make my own way
Told him I can't stay
To see my children poor as sin
I know this road, I know this road
It leads straight into Cairo
Over twenty-two miles straight ahead
But I can't, I can't walk down this road to Cairo
They're better thinking I'm dead
They're better thinking that I'm dead
I've been traveling
Gone a long, long time
Don't know what I'd find
Scared of what I'd find
I can't, no I can't walk down this road
I can't walk down this road
No, I can't walk down this road, this road
No, hey, hey, no, no, no
I can't walk down this road
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Writer(s): David Ackles
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