While driving around near a small country town, I pulled off where the grass had been mowed. I sipped on my drink and was pausing to think, Saw the man on the side of the road.
Like a dog on the stray, he could wander all day, With no one around him to care. He didn't seem cross and he didn't seem lost, Wherever he was, he was there.
The man on the side of the road, Silently shouldering his load. Untouched by the strife on the highways of life, The man on the side of the road.
He sat on the ground with the treasures he'd found, And spread them all out on the grass. He had not a care for the laughs and the stares, From the pickups and cars that drove past.
He had an old sign that was weathered with time, "Jesus is coming", it said; He really didn't need it, I don't think he could read it, But the letters were pretty in red.
The man on the side of the road, Silently shouldering his load. And I think in a way, I could live out my days, Like the man on the side of the road.
And I think in a way, I could live out my days, Like the man on the side of the road.
[From his album: "Travellin' Still, Always Will" Songwriters: Dixie Hall; Tom T. Hall.