Well I've live without bread and I've lived without water Stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin I was home Long way from no where, wishin' I was
If you ever see me walking down the side of the road Would you ever stop and wonder why? Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost? Stop and give
For what it's worth A nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your just an old horse walking alone
An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones Well, call me what you will, son My name's Travelin' Jones And I search for the fire Stumbled upon with a
Whoa, sittin' at a truck stop With my cowboy boots and my guitar Now I'm livin' on a tip box And it was made for cigars Long way from Georgia Long way
Here I go again straight up out the motel Hock my guitar out of a pawn shop jail If I quit, I'm just rolling the dice Couldn't pass up the red beans and
Don't you wait for me 'cause I'll be runnin' late Don't you wait for me by the flowers upon my grave Don't you wait for me, I won't be comin' home Don
When I die, Lord Oh, won't You put my soul up on a train Won't You send it southbound Give a cool blues man name 'Cause I've been lost on them back roads
Every time I turn around A man tries to get me down I just can't see your face I'm blinded by the sun, living on the run And I can't remember this place
Well, I?ve been workin? in the goddamn sun With just for a dollar a day Been workin? for a dollar a day I?ve been workin? for dollar a day Man, I never
Onda Cielo y toca la sierra Trabajando amigos acsentado le piedra Vaqueros montamos, Caballos boracho Esperando acsente del sol Palo en Mexico Buzzards
I've lived without bread and I've lived without water, Stuck outside the middle of the desert wishin' I was home. Long way from no where, wishin' I was
When I was young my daddy said, Son Never be ashamed of where your from There's nothin wrong with your last name Don't be lookin for people to blame
Well sunshine Fall on me Won't you tell me When the hour is late Tell them old crows Want to fly away Tell the darkness That you ain't no slave Well
Take it easy mama Lay your head down Hold on to my lovin We're both gonna need it now Take it easy mama Lay your head down Rest your head on my shoulder
when I die lord wont you put me up on that train when I die lord wont you put my soul up on a train wont you send it southbound give it a cool bluesman
Everytime I turn around A man tries to get me down I just can't see your face I'm blinded by the sun Living on the run And I can't remember this place
