to the moon Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so sick inside Got to get better, Lord before I die Seven doctors couldn't help my head, they
My poor broke mama told me When I was twelve years old See you eat, talk, get mad too fast There's one thing you should know Just take your time my sweet
: Ain't no need to worry Ain't no use to cry 'Cause I'll be comin' home soon To keep you satisfied You know I get so lonely That I feel I can't
: Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy once again And I think its a sin, yes
: Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down
the moon Took me away, took me away I've been feelin' so sick and tired Got to get better, lord before I die Seven doctors couldn't help my head,
: Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me Well, I appreciate
: Going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You
: Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry
: Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every
Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry
Well everytime that I come home nobody wants to let me be It seems that all the friends I got just got to come interrogate me Well, I appreciate your
Ain't no need to worry Ain't no use to cry 'Cause I'll be comin' home soon To keep you satisfied You know I get so lonely That I feel I can't go
Going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You know
Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabamy once again And I think its a sin, yes Well
Well I used to wake the morning before the rooster crowed Searching for soda bottles to get myself some dough Brought 'em down to the corner, down
Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every
