On the Side of the Road

Crow's on the roost and the rooster's crowin'
Farm through the fog is barely showin'
So hard leaving not saying goodbye
The time has come for me to fly
I've become part of the road I just keep on going

Cows crowd to the fence to watch me pass
I guess their jealous I have a bit more class
Woke up from a bed of hay 
Can hear trucks move miles away
Bought some food at a grocery store and ate it on the grass

Across the prairies there are such huge skies
Till past the foothills where the rockies rise
Towns around grain elevators
Grey snow-fences rotting through the years
I've been on this road so long I can see it with closed eyes

© 1971 Stefan des Lauriers