When I was young Id sing a song I lived a life born to roam Traveled down lifes long road I paid my dues on Bardstown Road In the smoky bar and the neon sign My mother warned me of the kind In the Summers heat and the Winters cold Went up and back Old Bardstown Road Where the people were, thats where we played Thats how I made my weekly pay From time to time Id feel the load Of paying dues on Bardstown Road In the smoky bar and the neon sign My mother warned me of the kind In the Summers heat and the Winters cold Went up and back Old Bardstown Road In the smoky bar and the neon sign My mother warned me of the kind In the Summers heat and the Winters cold Went up and back Old Bardstown Road
bardstown, smoky, warned, road, heat