Headed down the road, my guitar on my back
Left it all behind me when I walked
Left my woman, left my children
Said it was for work
But I just couldn't take it any more
Found a stead gig playing in a roadhouse band
Wife and children miles away
Send them money every week, I'm not going back
I just had to find another way
Maybe it's not her/their fault
Maybe it's not mine
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be
Maybe I'm too weak
Maybe she's too strong
Maybe we just never got along
It's my own failing and I don't know why
I just couldn't stay another day
So I packed a bag, headed for the door
I don't think I'll be back anymore
Maybe it's not her/their fault
Maybe it's not mine
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be
Maybe I'm too weak
Maybe she's too strong
Maybe we just never got along
Fifteen years gone by and I'm living on the road
Still see my family in my mind
Still send them money but that's all they see of me
That's all I really have to give
Maybe it's not her/their fault
Maybe it's not mine
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be
Maybe I'm too weak
Maybe she's too strong
Maybe we just never got along