The long mile

I keep on walking
down that burning road,
the bag on my back’s
the sum of my load.

My baby lost it
a few miles back,
vomiting black smoke
from a heat attack.

I could hold out my thumb
and try to flag a ride,
but I don’t need pity
because I’ve got my pride.

So I keep on walking
burning holes in my shoes,
‘cause to get where I want
I’ve got to pay my dues.