Marcus Hummon Lyrics
"Hittin' The Road"

Mom and Daddy had a place by a river
An old red barn on top of a hill
Shoulder high corn, a couple bad winters
Government loan couldn't pay the bill.
We auctioned off a tractor and an antique dresser
I even offered up a fishing pole
Bankman says it sure is a pity
To see such nice folks hit the road

CHORUS
Sometimes you've got to cut and run
Sometimes you've got to keep holding on
Just when you think you are finally home
Off you go, all your life
You hit the road.

Worked in a mill on the Ohio
Greasin' up gears on Japanese cars
Raisin' a family, squeezin' on a dollar
Layin' in a hammock, starin' at the stars.
Bad news came in the shape of a letter
With two weeks pay and then off you go...
We're scaling back, it's all for the better...
C'mon baby, let's hit the road.

REPEAT CHORUS

I settled down in a small town in the country
Building willow rocking chairs
After all these years, don't it seem funny
Sinking roots, lifting prayers
My little prayers says my daddy's gone crazy...
He's down on his knees
Where the green grass grows...
I'm slammin' my fists into the black dirt sayin'
Watch this son, I'm hittin' the road
Watch this son, I'm hittin' the road

REPEAT CHORUS

Hit the road!
Hit the road!
Hit the road!

Music and Lyrics by Marcus Hummon
©1995 Careers-BMG Music Publishing, Inc and
Floyd's Dream Music (BMI)