On My Way
Well I'm going to Nashville. The country-
Music capital of the world?
My son lives there and works in the cellophane plant.
He's got three little boys not old enough to be in school yet.
I don't know how I feel about a house full of children.
It's hot in here...
I had eight children myself.
Stevie, the youngest, I lost him to Korea.
Harvey's the only other boy.
The girls, of course, are scattered to the winds,
They made such beautiful brides... Sorry dear.
I hope you have a nice visit.
It's not a visit. I maybe will move. I tell
You what though, and I know you won't think well of me for it,
But I am right tired of children.
Look at her skin –
China white,
Tissue- thin
Look how the light
Cuts clear to the bone
Givers her skin such a tone –
I'd take it any day
Praise God for everyone I meet
While I, I am on my way
My face is mean
Eighty years'
Worth of tears
Might scrub it clean
As hers, and as strong
Eighty years'
Worth of tears
Might scrub it clean
...And strong
But Jesus, don't wait so long
To make my face okay
At last, the North Carolina border!
And I...
I am on my way
Before another sunrise wakes me
Before another night is gone
I'll find out where this highway takes me
You know I got to travel on
Left my troubles all behind me
Back there when I climbed on board
Jordon River's where you'll find me
It's wide but not too wide to ford
And as I'm goin' along
I carry with me
Promises that can't go wrong
And as I'm goin' along
Promises that can't go wrong
As I travel on my way
First thing I'll do
Go to Sal's Barbecue
Greasy, messy barbecue
Best I've had
Ready or not,
All those boys,
Making noise
Grubby hands
Dirty toys
Can't be so bad
Not the worst
Post I've had
Not so bad
Red hair's a thought
Really fine –
Not like mine –
No matter what
I'll have some pie
No better than squirrels
It's bound to be dry
A head full of curls
Like Judy Holliday
Wave goodbye, folks, to Carolina!
His wife thinks I'm a dragonfly, Lord
You've got to help me find my way
Too bad we don't see eye-to-eye, Lord
We could pass the time of day
Promises that can't go wrong
As I travel on
As I travel on my way
Left my troubles all behind me
Back there when I climbed on board
Jordan River's where you'll find me
It's wide but not too wide to ford
And as I'm goin' along
I carry with me
Promises that can't go wrong
As I travel on
As I travel on...
My way
Music capital of the world?
My son lives there and works in the cellophane plant.
He's got three little boys not old enough to be in school yet.
I don't know how I feel about a house full of children.
It's hot in here...
I had eight children myself.
Stevie, the youngest, I lost him to Korea.
Harvey's the only other boy.
The girls, of course, are scattered to the winds,
They made such beautiful brides... Sorry dear.
I hope you have a nice visit.
It's not a visit. I maybe will move. I tell
You what though, and I know you won't think well of me for it,
But I am right tired of children.
Look at her skin –
China white,
Tissue- thin
Look how the light
Cuts clear to the bone
Givers her skin such a tone –
I'd take it any day
Praise God for everyone I meet
While I, I am on my way
My face is mean
Eighty years'
Worth of tears
Might scrub it clean
As hers, and as strong
Eighty years'
Worth of tears
Might scrub it clean
...And strong
But Jesus, don't wait so long
To make my face okay
At last, the North Carolina border!
And I...
I am on my way
Before another sunrise wakes me
Before another night is gone
I'll find out where this highway takes me
You know I got to travel on
Left my troubles all behind me
Back there when I climbed on board
Jordon River's where you'll find me
It's wide but not too wide to ford
And as I'm goin' along
I carry with me
Promises that can't go wrong
And as I'm goin' along
Promises that can't go wrong
As I travel on my way
First thing I'll do
Go to Sal's Barbecue
Greasy, messy barbecue
Best I've had
Ready or not,
All those boys,
Making noise
Grubby hands
Dirty toys
Can't be so bad
Not the worst
Post I've had
Not so bad
Red hair's a thought
Really fine –
Not like mine –
No matter what
I'll have some pie
No better than squirrels
It's bound to be dry
A head full of curls
Like Judy Holliday
Wave goodbye, folks, to Carolina!
His wife thinks I'm a dragonfly, Lord
You've got to help me find my way
Too bad we don't see eye-to-eye, Lord
We could pass the time of day
Promises that can't go wrong
As I travel on
As I travel on my way
Left my troubles all behind me
Back there when I climbed on board
Jordan River's where you'll find me
It's wide but not too wide to ford
And as I'm goin' along
I carry with me
Promises that can't go wrong
As I travel on
As I travel on...
My way
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Writer(s): Shonie Osumanu, Unknown Writer
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