Description

One-Stop, Bluegrass, Slow tempo, nostalgic, Southern, Americana, rural, Country, Western, playful, relaxed, feel good, warm, Male vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, upright bass, percussion, Charleston, South Carolina, United States

Lyrics

The Highway called me on the telephone Said “Friend, I hadn’t seen you in a while” The Highway called me on the telephone “Must not be walking lonely miles” So I wrote a letter to the westward wind “Just might be seeing you soon, Your brother from the east has been at my front door And he’s got me thinking ‘bout you” We’ve all been lonesome and low We all needed a friend I found mine on the road Running with my back to the wind I’ve been a traveler long as I can recall Out on the road since I was born I’ve been a brother to the rain that would fall I’ve been a friend to the storm But now my suitcase is packed to the brim And the rain is falling on my head A little worn out, and a little worn in, But I’m proud to call the road my friend Six long years now, since I left my home And I’m still out here running ‘round Six long years, since I left my home I don’t know if I am lost or if I’m found So when you see me, won’t you please say hello Don’t just smile or tip your hat Won’t you tell me a story ‘bout a traveling man Who carried his home on his back