The Lonesome Country Road

Walking down this lonesome country road.
They didn't pay me half what I was owed.
But I gambled the rest away.

And I left that town behind yesterday.

I've been down this same old road before.
Stretching miles along the ocean shore.
The scorching Texas sun is beating down.
The same way that it was when I left town.

I've been walking the streets of a tiny Texas town.
Don't you let the feelings get you down.
I've been drinking alone in the dusty old saloon.
And I didn't leave a moment too soon.

I think I'll hitchhike down to Mexico.
Across the border, southbound I will go.
I'll leave West Texas there with all my blues.
And shake the dust and sand out of my shoes.

The tiny Texas town will still be there.
Standing in the cool September air.
While the Eastern winds blow trouble into town.
The hurricane will tear the whole place down.

I've been walking the streets of a tiny Texas town.
Don't you let the feeling get you down.
I couldn't drown in a bottle all my deepest doubts and fears.
But the lonesome road made them all too clear.

Driving down the lonesome country road.

Where the Mississippi waters once had flowed.

I set out from Vicksburg, Texas bound.

Not to stay there but just to hang around.

I see the country path I once had walked.

Elusive freedom that I once had sought.

The weary traveler stops here for the day.

And the lonesome road will guide him on his way.

I've been walking the streets of a tiny Texas town.

Don't you let the feeling get you down.
When the lonely sparrow on the rooftop starts to fly.

It's time for him to leave and so must I.