Из альбома: I Mississippi You
It's been three long days and the rain keeps fallin'
To obstruct my view, I hear Georgia callin'
And it ain't so easy to forget why I left home
But there's 300 miles to go, we're still alone.
(Carry me back to the city, I don't need no place to sleep
We are warriors, the great exploriors)
A week ago I could sleep at night though I tossed
And turned and I moaned and whined. Now I'm sleepin'
well, I'm sleepin' for sure. In this place we ain't
Welcome...we shut the door.
Alabama, I ain't goin' back.
Painful interstates and dirty tracks
I'm sick of sleepin', but it's my only vice
And there's mountains ahead, ****in' mountains behind.