Gotta travel on

    I've laid around and played around this old town too long
    Summers almost gone, winters coming on
    I've laid around and played around this old town too long
    And I feel like I've gotta travel on


Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home
Johnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come home
Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home
Cause he's been on this chain gang too long


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High sherill and police riding after me
Riding after me, yes, coming after me
High sherill and police riding after me
And I feel like I've gotta travel on 


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What to see my honey, want to see her bad
Want to see her bad, oh, want to see her bad
What to see my honey, want to see her bad
She's the best ga  this poor boy ever had


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