Down in the Valley

I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade
Like ridin' around on railcars and workin' long days
Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways
Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways

Call it one drink too many, call it pride of a man
And it don't make no difference if you sit, or you stand
'Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin
Yeah, they both end in trouble and start with a grin

We do it over and over and over again
We do it over and over and over again

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

I know there's California, Oklahoma
And all of the places I ain't ever been to but
Down in the valley with whiskey rivers
These are the places you will find me hidin'
These are the places I will always go
These are the places I will always go

I am on my way
I am on my way
I am on my way (on my way) back to where I started

(Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh)
One more for the stars and their eyes in the walls
I hail your face and then (oh-oh), I saw you standing out

I saw your face in the crowd, and you came out
You saw me crossing the valley and you came in
Look at the sign on the door, and it reads to me
Just like the grass and the sign when you walked in

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh

I am on my way
I am on my way
I am on my way back to where I started

California, Oklahoma
And all of the places I ain't ever been to but
Down in the valley with whiskey rivers
These are the places you will find me hidin'
These are the places I will always go
These are the places I will always go

So I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade
Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways