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-n-rowdy ways
Lord, have mercy on my rough-n-rowdy ways

Call it one drink too many, call it pride of a man
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

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 back to where I started, yeah

(Oh, oh-oh)
(Oh, oh-oh)

One more for the stars and the eyes of the walls
I saw your face, I heard you callin' out
I saw your face in a crowd and you came out
Just like the sun, and the moon, and the stars at the night
There was a sign on the door, and it reads to me
Just like the sun, and the moon, and the stars at night

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

I am on my way, I am on my way
I am on my way back to where I started, now
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' (hidin')
These are the places I will always go
These are the places I will always go

I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade
But Lord, have mercy on my rough-n-rowdy ways