[Lead] Sun too hot. [Gang] Road don’t care. [Lead] Shoes wore thin. [Gang] Road don’t care. [Lead] Boss man shouting from his folding chair. [Gang] Well, sir... road don’t care. [Lead] Mule got water. [Gang] We got mud. [Lead] Mule got shade. [Gang] We got blood. [Lead] Asked for a rest, said, “Life ain’t fair.” [Gang] Well, sir... road don’t care. [Chorus] [Gang] Throw that dirt to the left-hand side, Watch them motorcars roll by. Some men travel, some men stay, Some men build another man’s way. Ain’t much use in asking where— Well, sir... road don’t care. [Lead] Rain come down. [Gang] Still we dig. [Lead] Clay turn heavy. [Gang] Load get big. [Lead] Lightning split that Georgia air. [Gang] Well, sir... road don’t care. [Lead] Preacher says patience. [Gang] Maybe so. [Lead] Captain says faster. [Gang] There we go. [Lead] Heaven got room, but the train fare’s dear. [Gang] Well, sir... we still here. [Chorus] [Gang] Throw that dirt to the left-hand side, Watch them motorcars roll by. Some men travel, some men stay, Some men build another man’s way. Ain’t much use in asking where— Well, sir... road don’t care. [Bridge: half-spoken call-and-response] [Lead] Breakfast? [Gang] Cold. [Lead] Coffee? [Gang] Gone. [Lead] Payday? [Gang] Maybe come. [Lead] Freedom? [Gang, after a pause] Ask someone. [Lead] Captain smiling like a millionaire. [Gang] Well, sir... road don’t care. [Final verse] [Lead] Sun going down. [Gang] That’ll do. [Lead] Tomorrow morning? [Gang] Same old view. [Lead] Lay down tired wherever there’s air. [Gang, softly] Well, sir... road don’t care. [Lead] But I got breath. [Gang] And I got mine. [Lead] Meet you tomorrow— [Gang] Back on the line. [All] Ain’t victory, Lord, and it ain’t despair. It is what it is... And the road don’t care.
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