Way back when, when the days were young All we had were fun, never worried much about being cool A grown old to play the old fool Part of your life you spend paying your dues Walking the miles, out singing the blues But if I'm born into a pair of rambling shoes I'll tell you what I'd do I'd take my wings with a heart that's true And fly on my way, my way to you Ooh, ooh, way to you Ooh, ooh, way to you And part of your life you spend paying your dues Walking the mile in your old man's shoes But when I finally find a way to shake loose I know what I'd do Hang my worry on a golden noose And fly on my way, my way to you Ooh, ooh, way to you Ooh, ooh, way to you When we're all old and withering sages Talking about what might have been Like a missing line on a torn out pages We're gonna miss you then Walking the miles, out singing the blues And learning to love what God gives to you And if you give me rockets on the bottom of my shoes I'll tell you what I'd do I'd burn my soul where the sun was new And fly away to you Ooh, ooh, way to you Ooh, ooh, way to you Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm