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Gonna take a freight train down at the station, Lord I don't care where it goes Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain, Lord And jump off, nobody
Took my fam'ly away from our Carolina home Had dreams about the west and started to roam Six long months on a dust covered trail They say heaven's at
Well I'm goin' down to the river I've got a canepole in my hand I've got my redworms in a Maxwell house coffee can I'm gonna sit under ashade tree on
I've been down around Houston Texas Where the sun shines most of the time I've been drivin' about six hours Tryin' to reach that Arkansas line But Texarkana
know where you are As you stomp your feet to a country guitar You can have fun, I'm tellin' you can When you stomp your feet to a hillbilly band Every
There's something in your eyes that reminds me Of all the loves I've left behind me Looks on your face yes, they tell me That I should have never started
If I ask you to tell me about the man You been seen with most everyday If I ask you to tell me Why you're never at home When I call you in the middle
I rode in to town today In my heart I said, "Lord, I'd love to stay" But somethin' in me said, "Boy move along" Don't know what it is the good Lord bred
I've got ramblin', ramblin' on my mind, Lord. Gotta find me a woman of a different kind. Now she's gone, Lord, I've got ramblin' on my mind. I've got
I've been thinkin' about the way You've been doin' me, now for a long long time When a woman acts the way you do Well somewhere ya have to draw the line
I ain't never been with a woman long enough For my boots to get old We've been together so long now They both need resoled If I ever settle down You'
My glass is empty, but innocently Just sittin here thinkin how much you mean to me Thought about leavin, but you know you're one of a kind And even
Thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone baby The thrill is gone away You know you done me wrong, baby And you'll be sorry some day
I'm sittin' in Chicago on the thirtieth floor Lookin' down on the city below My heart is cold as the wind through the streets And outside it's starting
I'm gonna take me a ride on a riverboat Down to New Orleans Gotta pocket full of money and a liquor bottle Gonna drink away my dreams Don't really wanna
Well I'm sittin' down in San Anton' Waiting on an eight o'clock train My woman left me here last night Things ain't been quite the same I gotta get back
Lord, everyday, everyday Everyday, everyday I sing the blues Goin' to find me a preacher man Lord, I've gotta find one Lord, I went to see my mama Down