Gilded Trail

Lyrics

If that highway was gold, and I was a rolling stone
If that highway was gold, Lord, and I was a rolling stone
I'd roll on down to Memphis, never leave my baby alone

Well, the rain is falling, cold wind starts to blow
Yes, the rain is falling, cold wind starts to blow
Got no shoes on my feet, nowhere left to go

Put your arms around me, baby, keep me warm and dry
Put your loving arms around me, keep me warm and dry
Before this weary traveler lays down his head to die

My old boots are torn, my pockets are clean out of dime
Yeah, my boots are torn, pockets clean out of dime
But I'm still walking, trying to buy some time

If that highway was gold, and I was a rolling stone
If that highway was gold, and I was a rolling stone
I'd roll right to your doorstep, never leave my baby alone

I'd roll, yes I'd roll...
Never leave my baby alone...