Way back in my memory there's a scene that I recall
Of a little run-down cabin in the woods
My daddy never promised that our blue moon would turn gold
But he laid awake nights wishin' that it would.

When the world was on our radio, hard work was on our minds
We lived our day-to-day in plain dirt fashion
With old overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back
Man, it's hard to make believe there ain't nothing wrong.

But mama kept the Bible read and daddy kept our family fed
And somewhere in between I must have grown
'Cause someday I was dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where I want to go
Now I know it's a long hard road.

Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night
When sun-up came we got up and went
In the shadows of a workin' day our moonlight hours spent
Singin' songs along with Grandma's radio.

Now I'm beatin' down an ol' blacktop road, sleepin' in a sack
Livin' in my memories all in vain
'Cause those city lights ain't all that bright compared to what it’s like
To see lightning bugs go dancin' in the rain.

Mama played the guitar then and daddy made the saw blade bend
And raindrops played the tin roof like a drum
But I just kept on dreamin' that a song that I was singin'
Takes me down the road to where my name is known
Now I'm gone and its a long hard road
Yes, I know, its a long hard road.