Sun come up in the morning Blues round my head I've got a troubled mind and plenty of time to roam As I walk this crooked highway Never knowin' where to go You know the only life I know is bein' on the road
I've got holes in my shoes that I fill with paper When the sun's out they dry And when it rains well they get wet but I don't cry
Because the sun don't know no difference Between a rich man and a bum And the only life I know is movin' round the sky
See him grin down at you people I guess you don't know what his laughter's from But if you spend enough time on the road Maybe you'd find out Because the sun goes round in an endless circle Never knowin' the reason why Still there's something in the path that it traces round the sky It's like a circle with no ending But it's a race we all must run And it's the same bein' a rich man or
