歌词
Who is that boy on the white winding highway
Why does he roam alone
Is he looking for life
On that white winding highway
For his parents dealt him trouble at home
You might think he's wrong standing there
On that highway
O' what a foolish young lad
But you yourself might be standing
On that highway
If you'd had his troubles on your hands
Don't point your finger at that boy
On the highway
As you travel down this road
Either give him your help
Or pass him with kindness
'Cause he's got all the trouble that he wants
Your policeman discourages that boy
On the highway
It's heard everywhere that he goes
But the best way to help that boy
On the highway
Is to fix all your troubles there at home
I've heard it said 'bout rolling stone boys
They gather no moss in their life
I'll tell you the bee that gets the honey
Ain't the bee that hands around the hive
Oh be kind to that boy
On that white winding highway
As you travel on there alone
Remember the men that wrote your Bible
Are the men who gave up their homes
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