The time, 11:33 on a Saturday, November, 1923 I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me My name is Roy, a one-time choir boy Now I'm sixteen, man, and I'm nobody's toy I'm gonna take to the wind and get this town behind me
(chorus) I'm jumpin' a train leavin' town Howling whistle sounds And I'm not looking back -- gonna tie my fate to a train track Got a whiskey bottle tied in a corn sack Hold on world, I'm coming, I'm hitching a ride on a north-bound train
Am I alive? Won't somebody tell me The Mississippi waves, what's it trying to sell me? Mud in the banks, but no one gets thanks when it's tracked in through the doorway
I am home grown, sewn into these britches But I'm not spending my life digging up ditches Like my Daddy did, and his Daddy did, and his Daddy beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
