Don’t know how to tell you that I don’t know.
Life was so complicated, hell, I was never told.
If only I could see just one more step ahead of me, ahead of me
Down on the Corduroy Road

Some days are diamonds, some days are stones.
Some dogs get steaks, baby, but I get bones.
Baby, give me your hand I’ll lead the way,
It’s going to be rough now, but it’ll be ok, ok?
On down the Corduroy Road.

If you judge love by its consequence,
It resembles hatred and not a friendship.
In times like these, you must recall
There have always been times like these, like these,
On down the Corduroy Road.

Now I’ve seen ladies come and go.
Do they know me? Well, I don’t ever know.
Because oh Lord, the one I found I let her slip away
Now I’m home-bound, On down the Corduroy Road.

(Carman, BMI)