Born On The Road
I was born in a Queensland town
Just my mother, and Nan around
Dad has moved on further north
Playing his music wherever he'd go
He was on the road
One week later we rejoined the show
From then on, traveling was all I'd know
Grew up running round the showman's tents
Living out of caravans wherever we went
Living on the road
I was born on the road
Guess that's where I got this restful soul
I grew up fast, and I grew up lean
Wondering where I fit, somewhere in between
Roll spinning cowgirls in sequined vests
Trippies, artists, and contortionists
And Samson the strong man was my friend
One big family back then
Living on the road
I was born on the road
Guess that's where I got this restful soul
I grew up fast, and I grew up lean
Wondering where I've fit, somewhere in between
Now that all seemed so long ago
Now there's no more traveling shows
But I still play my dad's guitar
Takes me back to when we all were
Living on the road
And I was born on the road
Guess that's where I got this restful soul
I grew up fast, and I grew up lean
Wondering where I fit, somewhere in between
We were born on the road
Guess that's where we got this restful soul
We grow up fast, and we grow up lean
Wondering where you fit, somewhere in between
Just my mother, and Nan around
Dad has moved on further north
Playing his music wherever he'd go
He was on the road
One week later we rejoined the show
From then on, traveling was all I'd know
Grew up running round the showman's tents
Living out of caravans wherever we went
Living on the road
I was born on the road
Guess that's where I got this restful soul
I grew up fast, and I grew up lean
Wondering where I fit, somewhere in between
Roll spinning cowgirls in sequined vests
Trippies, artists, and contortionists
And Samson the strong man was my friend
One big family back then
Living on the road
I was born on the road
Guess that's where I got this restful soul
I grew up fast, and I grew up lean
Wondering where I've fit, somewhere in between
Now that all seemed so long ago
Now there's no more traveling shows
But I still play my dad's guitar
Takes me back to when we all were
Living on the road
And I was born on the road
Guess that's where I got this restful soul
I grew up fast, and I grew up lean
Wondering where I fit, somewhere in between
We were born on the road
Guess that's where we got this restful soul
We grow up fast, and we grow up lean
Wondering where you fit, somewhere in between
Credits
Writer(s): David Kirkpatrick
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