| I checked in at the crossroads |
| I met some strange folk, they ran a cheap motel |
| I could hear every whisper through the walls of the rooms |
| Felt a little like a prison cell |
| I wrote a song about a dream I had |
| Then they rang the dinner bell |
| Then they whooped and they hollered when I came in |
| Sayin', «Girl, you’re going straight to Hell» |
| Down Mother Road |
| Once again I turn to you |
| 'Cause you know how I feel, Mama |
| You’ve been run over too |
| Can I lean on your shoulder? |
| Until my feet find the ground, yeah |
| Wherever I’m headed |
| Mama, don’t let it be down, yeah |
| I took a little detour out to the crater |
| The sky was wild with rage |
| I drove my car like a rocket takin' off, down that sunset straightaway |
| There’s an endlessness in the way I feel |
| When I wrap my hands around that wheel |
| Only I know just how far I’m gonna go-go-go |
| Down The Mother Road |
| I always come back to you, Mama |
| You know just how I feel, you’ve been run over too |
| Can I lean on your shoulder? |
| Just until my feet find the ground |
| And wherever I’m headed |
| Mama, don’t let it be down |
| Oh, she won’t never let me, let me, let me |
| Let me down, Mama |
| And I don’t really know if the day will ever come |
| When I’ll find that peace within |
| But as I roll down this rugged highway |
| I’m closer than I’ve ever been, yeah-yeah |
| Caught in Oklahoma, drivin' too fast |
| I felt my world slow down |
| And I made my confession to the highway patrol |
| I said, «I was lost but now I’m finally found» |
| Well, she gave me a ticket anyway |
| And I didn’t put up a fight |
| 'Cause I’ve driven a million miles, lived a million lives |
| Now Mama’s headed home tonight |
| Down Mother Road |
| I always come back to you, yeah |
| Show me the way, Mama, just like you always do |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| I’m gonna find my true North |
| Out West or down South |
| And I’ll keep on rolling 'til I figure it out |
| And wherever I’m headed |
| Mama don’t let it be down |
| I’ll see you next time |
| (Mama don’t let it be down) Down that road |
| I’ll be out there somewhere on that wild old trail (Mama don’t let it be down) |
| You know Tucumcari, Romeoville, Amarillo |
| Find, find, find, findin' whatever I’m, I’m lookin' for |
| I’ll find it out on The Mother Road, yeah |