the road is gonna call you out boy raise your hand when you hear your name i don t care if i dream the same cause when my truck is poking at the clouds and the storm is trying to getaway i don t wanna sing about the rain so bless my soul and take me back to fort worth packed my things i ve got my lady too here i stand until the lord is gonna call me so i guess i ll give up i guess i got things to do the work is gonna come again boy the work is gonna make you old i think i d rather be poor than cold i say be careful what you ve gone and wished for they say the money makes a man grow mean i don t care if it s gold or green so bless my soul and take me back to fort worth packed my things i ve got my lady too here i stand until the lord is gonna call me so i guess i ll give up i guess i got things to do let me know when you find your place boy let me know when you ve got band don t leave until i shake your hand the places that you wanna go now i can make them all come true no sir i don t trust in you bless my soul and take me back to fort worth packed my things i ve got my lady too here i stand until the lord is gonna call me so i guess i ll give up i guess i got things to do