Road Scholar

I grow up in texas on the great high plains
A silvertone guitar was all i had to my name
At seventeen i left and i never looked back
Yeah just me and my guitar and my pontiac
Well i never went to college but i got a degree
From a honky tonk university
Hey i’m a road scholar i gotta make my music
I was born to sing and play
Yeah i’m a road scholar how i love to hear the wheels whine
Rolling down that old highway
Well the roadhouse was my schoolhouse
That’s where i paid my dues
I got a master’s in rhythm and a minor in soul
And a phd in the blues
My teachers were the killer and the hound dog man
My classmates consisted of a five-piece band
Yeah my dormitory was a string of cheap hotels
But i survived it all and i’m alive and well
Although i never went to college…
Hey i’m a road scholar i gotta make my music…