Rick Fowler & Robert Livingston

Just standin' on the shoulder
Of a road I did not know
Turn my guitar case over,
I'm gonna let my good side show
We made love on the porches,
And the back roads of Mexico
We must of burned out all our torches
In about a week or so

Chorus:
But, I think at last I am free,
Holdin' up the down side part of me
Sun's full of yellow,
Sky's full of blue
Been on my vacation 'bout a full year or two

Just a high hobo in the breeze,
My pocket full of hand,
My head's full of nothin',
Boot's full of holes,
Holes full of sand
It's gettin' on into the afternoon,
The rides are comin' slow
I'd sure like to be in Texas, Boys,
I'd settle for El Paso

Chorus:
But, I think at last I'm free,
Holdin' up the down side part of me
Sun's full of yellow,
Sky's full of blue
Been on my vacation 'bout a full year or two

Oh, what's that yonder comin'
See it comin' on down the road
Big semi comin' my way,
Got a trailer full of load,
Cab full of driver,
Window full of breeze
Big sign on the side of it sayin'
"Sorry, sucker, no riders, please"

Chorus:
But, I think at last I'm free,
Holdin' up the down side part of me
Sun's full of yellow,
Sky's full of blue
Been on my vacation 'bout a full year or two