One, two, three four
You're living the life of a stranger
Follow him into the ground
The difference in daggers and anchors
A matter of what's been held down
And you've got a face they hold onto
You've got a place in their town
But you never seem to afford
To turn an offer down
Keep your head to the morning sun
When you're facing the morning sun
Keep your head to the morning sun
You'll be facing the morning sun
You're leaving the likes of a stranger
Loving the lean of the road
Riding on years of hard living
Turns your hair to gold
But you will never grow old (old)
You will never grow old (old)
You will never grow old (old)
So you'd better not go
You'd better not let go
You better not let go
Keep your head to the morning sun
When you're facing the mourning some
Keep your head to the morning sun
You'll be facing the morning sun