Empty towns, littering the countrysidenWith no purpose being therenOn an endless roadnFrom gig to county fairnWith a dozen people waiting for younAnd the light in the eyes of the opening act leading therenWho knows the road is waiting for himnnSo I took him asidenLet my true feelings risenAnd found out more about himnI said Son, I've travellednAll over this placenHad money thrown at menLate night tits in my facenBut it all has it's timenAnd it all has its placenAnd when you feel like it's the end of the runnYou've got to go homennI'm not saying that it cannot be donenI'm not saying that it shouldn't be funnBut when it feels like it's the end of the runnYou've got to go homennI'm talking about Phil JacksonnSonny Bono, Fats DominonMa Rainey had her ass knocked downnAll over that long hard roadnFrank Sinatra, Charlie DanielsnDylan wrote his personal 61nThe highway's calling menAnd it's sayingnIt's time to go homennI'm not saying that it cannot be donenI'm not saying that it shouldn't be donenI ain't saying that it won't be funnBut when it feels like it's the end of the runnYou've got to go homennBecause I've travelednAll over the long hard roadnTraveled all downnThe long hard roadnI'm finished with my lifenOn the long hard roadnSo I'm leaving behindnThe long hard road