Lyrics

Bobby was born in a small town city Down around Georgea way His Pa settled down on the one side of town On the road cut out of the clay That road went wound round through the center of the town Passin' all the good folk's homes It was kinda funny how everybody shared Palamino Road Now Bobby grew up just a little bit different Didn't play with guns or cars He went to school where he learned the rules Underneath the jungle-gym bars All the kids stood around him lying on the ground Saying "this is where the sissy boys go." His initiation to a real education on Palamino Road He knew pretty early on that the line was clearly drawn "Pansy," "Sissy boy," it don't matter much when you don't belong But say what you will, from your mention on the hill There's one thing 'bout he knows: He can go anywhere anyone can go on Palamino Road Then one day it took a lot of guts But Bobby stepped over that line They said "Hey kid, do you know what you did?" But he wouldn't back down this time So they caught him after school Called him a queer and beat him with sticks and stones Said they wouldn't quit 'till the blood started dripping on Pamanino Road He knew pretty early on that the line was clearly drawn "Pansy," "Sissy boy," it don't matter much when you don't belong But say what you will, from your mention on the hill There's one thing 'bout he knows He can go anywhere anyone can go on Palamino Road Now Bobby left town when he came of age Makin' his mark in time He's done some shoutin' from some pretty high mountains 'Cause he learned to cross the line Those boys that day put his face in the clay But it lit a fire in his soul He hit resistance but now he made a difference on Palamino Road He knew pretty early on the line was clearly drawn "Pansy," "Sissy boy," it don't matter much when you don't belong But say what you will, from your mention on the hill There's one thing 'bout he knows He can go anywhere anyone can go on Palamino Road Palamino Road, down Palamino Road Down Palamino Road, Palamino Road, Palamino Road...