Big Road

Well I ain't goin' down that big road by my don't by the big road waaa Can't you hear me talkin' to you? I ain't goin' down the big road by myself If I can't carry you, I'm 'bout to carry somebody else I'm gonna sun gonna shine in my back door someday on my back waaa Can't you hear me talkin' to ya The sun gonna shine in my back door someday And the wind gonna come till they blow these blues away Yeahhhhh Oh some people might tell you that The weary blues the weary blues waaa Can't you hear me talkin' to you They might try to tell you – the weary blues ain't fair They must a have been the same kind of weary blues I had Cos this stuff will kill ya The blues ain't nothin' but an achin' heart an achin' heaaart Can't ya hear me talkin' to ya The blues ain't nothin' but an achin' heart disease If a stroke comes on children killin' me by degrees Yeah the blues ain't nothing but a goddamn weary chill goddamn waaa Can't you hear me talkin' to ya The blues ain't nothing but a low-down weary chill And if ya never did have it I truly hope you never will