Interstate 40

Interstate 40 - John D. Loudermilk

Written by：John D. Loudermilk

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 about 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 governments givin' me interstate 40

And the good Lord's give me a thumb

Now you gotta be carefull 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

I don't understand for it

But I'm a happy son of a gun

Cause the goverment give me and state for it

And the Lord give me a thumb

Now the world's my castle and the grass my carpet

And my heart is all my own

The rains 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

Ha ha ha that's just my life

And I don't understand for it

But I'm a happy son of a gun

Cause the goverment give me interstate 40

And the good Lord's give me a thumb

And the good Lord's give me a thumb