Traveling down the blue road
Wonderin’, hardly waitin’
Just to get back home again
Winds are blowin’ down the blue road
Too long a loser, soon he’s gonna win

He’s worked in wood, worked in steel
Call them what you will
Years can never outnumber the miles on his shoes
Been a lover and a fighter
Gambler and moonshiner
Call him well-acquainted with the blues

Speak of oil fields, cottonfields
Bright lights and city nights
Think about most any place
He may have lived or died
There but now there’s a lady
Who can turn back the miles
Gentle as a summer morning air

[1] Traveling [^b7] down the [4] blue road
[1] Wonderin’, hardly [5] waitin’
Just to [4] get back home a-[5]-gain
Winds are [1] blowin’ [^b7] down the [4] blue road
Too long a [1] loser, [5] soon he’s gonna [1] win

He’s worked in [1] wood, worked in [^b7] steel
[4] Call them what [1] you will
Years can never out-[^b7]-number the [4] miles on his [5] shoes
Been a [1] lover and a [^b7] fighter
[4] Gambler and moon-[1]-shiner
Call him well-ac-[5]-quainted with the [1] blues

Speak of oil fields, cottonfields
Bright lights and city nights
Think about most any place
He may have lived or died
There but now there’s a lady
Who can turn back the miles
Gentle as a summer morning air