Back to Houston

Well I'm back on this track
Headed straight down to Houston, Texas
That's where my baby said that she would be waiting for me
Well, conductor don't you suffer
No bouts of misdirection
Churn the coal, turn the fire of the beast

Well my wallet is stacked
And I'm back in Houston, Texas
Straighten my suit so baby you know what I mean
Spent some time in the mine
But now it's just us
Ah, but now you say you don't remember me

So I'm back on this track heading straight on down to Memphis
There's a soft little peach just hanging on the tree
Settle down on the farm
Where we first kissed
And there you are in the arms of the Indian Chief

So I'm back on this track
Heading late but straight to Ole' Miss
Mississippi, you're the only one who's ever loved me
Here I come, we'll have some fun
And maybe marry
When I arrive
It's some
And then you rob me

So if you're heading late
Better stay from where you're coming
'Cause there ain't no road that's gonna set you free
Just a matchbox for my clothes
And I'm stuck running
And a guitar here to spell out my disease



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