Wicked Lester

Long, Long Road

Wicked Lester


I was born in the middle of the night 
And my mama raised a little boy 
On the banks of the old Foxy River 
In a little town in Illinois 

I was taught to believe in the Lord 
Yeah, even when the times got rough 
And though I do the best I can do 
Some times it ain't good enough 

And it's a long, long road to somewhere 
And it's a long, long time till we get there 

My grandfather was a railroad man 
And he worked with a shovel in his hand 
He was one of the men who was sweating his way 
Across the motherland 

And when he talked about the great depression 
He said he hope he'd never see that day 
But it seems that as good as I'm doin' 
It won't be too far away 

And it's a long, long road to somewhere 
And it's a long, long time till we get there 
And it's a long, long road to somewhere 
And it's a long, long time till we get there 

And it's a long, long road to somewhere 
And it's a long, long time till we get there 
Yes it's a long, long road to somewhere 
And it's a long, long time till we get there 

I often wondered where the big trains went 
As they were quickly fading out of sight 
They would carrying the dreams of the people 
Out into the night 

Yes I wondered where the big trains went 
So I thought I would ride along 
Carrying my thoughts out into the night 
And it's singing my song 

And it's a long, long road to somewhere 
And it's a long, long time till we get there 
Yes it's a long, long road to somewhere 
And it's a long, long time till we get there