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 k**er and the hound dog man My cla**mates 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...