The World According To Lionel

Pauper Or A King

It's 4am and we're driving hard
Headlights cutting us a tunnel through the night
Touring this country wears the rubber down
But there's something in a ten hour drive that feels right

Down highway one we fly like a bullet
Down to the next town with a whiskey bar and a stage
We'll get them stomping when we get down to it
Everynight we're playing better then we've ever played

But I might end up a pauper
Or I might end up a king
But that ain't the reason I'm riding this thing
It ain't the reason I play this guitar
It ain't the reason I get up and sing
Now I might end up a pauper
I might end up a king
But that ain't the reason I'm riding this thing
I do it for the song I need to sing tonight
It might not make me rich but it will make me feel alright

Now I swear if the road don't do me in
The hotels and the farewells will my friend
It can break you down it can make you spin
But I wouldn't trade this life of mine for anything

She's back at home spending another night alone
At the next truck stop I'll call her on the phone
Tell her "Baby baby your my blessing in the night
Just knowing you're there makes this heavy load feel light"

Tonight we still got 500 miles to go
Before we can shut this old truck down
We'll get a few winks before the next show
Flying on this track that just goes around and around and around and around