Well, I been up the Mississippi to the Manitoba line I've been downstream to the Gulf of Mexico Followed the sun out west to Californ And there just ain't no place left for me to go
Spent a lonesome month in Maine and a year in Louisian Packed my bags and hit the Westward Trail Rambled down through Texas 'til I came to El Paso Spent a week in a stinkin' Juarez jail
Well, I rambled through Nevada gamblin' most of my life away I headed north when I heard Dakota call Well, I stayed until the Northers came rollin' down the line I headed south when summer turned to fall
I've been north and east, south where the cotton grows And out in the west where the sun forever shines Well, I've bent my back for a dollar a day in a Texas sugar field Labored in a Minnesota mine
Well, I've seen your hungry babies scream, I watched their mamas cry Seen a worn out prostitute beg for a dime I've seen men come out of gutters ready to give their lives away For a slug at a lousy bottle of rot gut wine
I've been up the Mississippi to the Manitoba line Downstream to the Gulf of Mexico Followed the sun out west to Californ And there just ain't no place left for me to go Well, there just ain't no place left for me to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
