Marcia Hayden Hendrick

Lyrics

Crows are pecking at the corn out in the field                                                            I ought to get down on my hands and knees and join them                                 Things have gotten tight                                                                                                      I remember what you said baby when I left                                                                You wouldn’t hang around up on some shelf                                                             And you meant it                                                                                                                    You said your last goodbye                                                                                                 And it’s cold out on the road tonight                                                                               Why do I end up leaving                                                                                              When there’s more than one reason to stay                                                      Why do I keep on believing                                                                                        Life is better                                                                                                                      Further down the way                                                                                                   A man with money at a local bar                                                                                       Kept buying me drinks saying I’d go far in business                                                  He would hire me on                                                                                                             I thought about it some and I turned him down                                                        No nine-to-five beats running around                                                                           I’ll keep moving                                                                                                                       Keep getting gone                                                                                                                  Cause that’s the job of a fulltime vagabond                                                                                         Why do I end up leaving                                                                                              When there’s more than one reason to stay                                                      Why do I keep on believing                                                                                        Life is better                                                                                                                      Further down the way I’ve got ten more miles to my next destination                                                         Gonna find some place where I can stay                                                                      Another town where nobody knows me                                                                     No memories getting in the way                                                                                       Why do I end up leaving                                                                                              When there’s too many reasons to stay                                                               Why do I keep on believing                                                                                        Life is better                                                                                                                      Further down the way