Weary Road
Lonesome Wyatt
I went out driving just the other night
Far away from all the city lights
The music in the car was turned down low
I was looking for a place I used to know
Called Weary Road, Weary Road
We used to meet there in the days of old
Weary Road
It was late I almost fell asleep
But to you this one promise I would keep
To meet you ‘neath the tree with leaves of red
When next the blue moon did raise it’s head
On Weary Road, Weary Road
We used to meet there in the days of old
Weary Road
I brought my father’s pistol and some rope
Within my heart there nested a strange hope
I wondered how you’d look and who you’d be
And if you’d still have time for one like me
On Weary Road, Weary Road
We used to meet there in the days of old
Weary Road