© words and music: Garnett Betts

Pull up your collar
Step back from the road
No one’s even slowin” down
Got a shoulder all your own
License to shoulder on
Got your license to shoulder on

Every hour and every dollar
Every warehouse job you know
Made the Phd. that shadows you
Everywhere you go
The educated traveller runs on hope
With a license to shoulder on

Chorus

Luck be damned for sure
Guess it should have been no surprise
No one left no new address
And though you tried and tried and tried
Can’t see no reason to leave
This shoulder season

Oh, sometimes you’d call her
Step back from the road
Now you’re the ghost of love that passed
In a fast lane all your own
License to shoulder on
Got your license to shoulder on

Chorus

Luck be damned for sure
Guess it should have been no surprise
No one left no new address
Though you tried and tried and tried
Can’t see no reason to leave
This shoulder season

Oh the world’s getting smaller
Now you’ve seen it from up close
Seven years to pace yourself
The good and bad for your health
License to shoulder on
Got your license to shoulder on

Chorus

Luck be damned for sure
Guess it should have been no surprise
No one left no new address
And though you tried and tried and tried
Can’t see no reason to leave
This shoulder season

The educated traveller runs on hope
The educated traveller runs on hope