Look Out Yonder

Mama look out yonder comin down the road

Well it looks to me to be half a mile or so

His guitar strapped across his back, it's everything he owns

Mama look out yonder comin down the road

Daddy always said he had the makings of a fool

He wouldn't listen to a word and he's broken every rule

But he had the good sense to turn around and come back home

And Mama look out yonder comin down the road

He's a winner, he's a loser, he's a picker, he's a chooser

He's a mover, he's a shaker, he's a giver, he's a taker

He has no use for silver cause his heart's as pure as gold

Mama look out yonder comin down the road

All he ever needed were the clothes upon his back

He never gave a tinkers damn and we'll damn sure give him that

He always chose the rows he hoed and he carried his own load

Mama look out yonder comin down the road

He's a winner, he's a loser, he's a picker, he's a chooser

He's a mover, he's a shaker, he's a giver, he's a taker

He has no use for silver cause his heart's as pure as gold

Mama look out yonder comin down the road