Lyrics

I woke up this morning in a sleeping bag
The same smelly thing my granddaddy had
But it's nice and warm, though it's old and torn

Well I lit outa St. Louie misery
Run every red light that tried to stop me
Didn't slow down or look back 'til I was two days gone
Sold nearly everything dear to me
Aimed the rest toward Tennessee
And me and a box of Keeblers™ laid the hammer down

Down the high road
Oh my lord! Heavy on high, light on the load
Me and my feet are headed on down high road
Only God and I know where I'm bound

Well I don't remember what it meant to me
But I pulled the roots before they went too deep
Got a new lease on life and I sold the past real cheap
Signs ahead say the hills get steep
But if you're asking me, I'd say it's meant to be that way

Here on the high road
Oh my lord! Heavy on high, light on the load
Me and my feet are headed on down high road
Only God and I know where I'm bound

Oh the fear of flying and dying and such
Denies a timid heart too much
And bitter grows the bird who has never flown
For the fear of heights or the great unknown
He's never free to call his heart his own
So turn me loose and roll me

On down the high road
Oh my lord! Heavy on high, light on the load
Me and my feet are headed on down high road
Only God and I know where I'm bound
Only God and I know where I'm bound

Music & Lyrics by David Greathouse
© 1993, Sourdough Music, ASCAP