Down The Dirt Road Blues

[C]I’m goin’ away, to a world unknown

I’m goin’ away, to a world unknown

I’m worried now, but I won’t be worried long

My rider got somethin’, she’s tryin’a keep it hid

Lord, I got somethin’ to find that somethin’ with

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I feel like choppin’, chips flyin’ everywhere

I been to the Nation, oh Lord, but I couldn’t stay there

Some people say them oversea blues ain’t bad

[Spoken: Why, of course they are]

Some people say them oversea blues ain’t bad

[Spoken: What was a-matter with ’em?!]

It must not a-been them oversea blues I had

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Every day seem like murder here

[Spoken: My God, I’m no sheriff]

Every day seem like murder here

I’m gonna leave tomorrow, I know you don’t bid my care

Can’t go down any dirt road by myself

[Spoken: My Lord, who ya gonna carry?]

I don’t carry my, gonna carry me someone else