Road Scholar

I grow up in Texas on the great high plains
A Silverstone guitar was all I had to my name
At seventeen I left and I never looked back
Yeah just me and my guitar and my Pontiac
Well I never went to college but I got a degree
From a honky-tonk university
Hey I'm a road scholar I gotta make my music
I was born to sing and play
Yeah I'm a road scholar how I love to hear the wheels whine
Rolling down that old highway
Well the roadhouse was my schoolhouse
That's where I paid my dues
I got a master's in rhythm and a minor in soul
And a PhD in the blues
My teachers were the killer and the hound dog man
My classmates consisted of a five-piece band
Yeah my dormitory was a string of cheap hotels
But I survived it all and I'm alive and well
Although I never went to college...
Hey I'm a road scholar I gotta make my music...