Southern Rail performs “It’s a Long Hard Road“

Way back in my memory there’s a scene that I recall Of a little run-down cabin in the woods Where 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 ol’ overalls and cotton balls all strapped across your back It’s hard to make believe there’s nothing wrong And momma kept the Bible read and daddy kept the family fed And somewhere in between I must have grown ’Cause one day I was dreamin’ that a song that I was singin’ Takes me down the road to where I wanna go And I know, it’s a long hard road Sometimes I remember when I stay up late at night When the sun-up came, we got up and went In the shadows of a working’ day, our moonlight hours spent Singin’ songs along with Gramma’s radio Now I’m beatin’ down a 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 its like To see lightning bugs go dancin’ in the rain And momma played the guitar then, and daddy played the mandolin 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 And I’m gone, it’s a long hard road Now I know, It’s a long hard road