I am just my father’s son Wish no harm on anyone Though it may not always show I was raised to know what’s right and wrong Where I do or don’t belong To think fast and answer slow The better part of living Can’t be measured out in pain And these days, a lot of taking not much giving All this talk without much said There’s less traffic on the high road It might get lonely, that’s okay Well I best be on my way Questions asked and options weighed Hands are dealt and cards are played Lady luck runs hot or cold All is fair in fairy tales And going out of business sales Sure as young turns into old The better part of living Can’t be measured out in pain And these days, a lot of taking, not much giving All this talk without much said There’s less traffic on the high road It might get lonely, that’s okay Well I best be on my way If what it’s all about is coming out ahead There’d be a lot more happy rich folks than there are And if it mattered much what people think or what somebody said Then I’d be in more trouble than I’ve seen so far The better part of living Can’t be measured out in pain And these days, a lot of taking, not much giving All this talk without much said There’s less traffic on the high road It might get lonely, that’s okay Well I best be on my way