Gotta Travel On

Well, I have laid around
And played around
I played around this old town too long
The summer's almost gone
And would you believe it?
The cold winter is coming on

I tell you now
I just laid around
I stayed around with all kinds of people
All the people that were wrong
And I guess I better travel
I know I better travel, travel on

I said, my mama wrote my brother Johnny a letter
She asked my brother, Johnny
She asked him to come home
Johnny can't come home, no
I said, my brother Johnny
My brother Johnny can't come home

Mama wrote my brother Johnny a letter
And she, she just merely asked him to come home
But she, she wrote the letter without knowing what Johnny had done wrong
And Johnny been on the chain gang
Oh Lord, way too long

I said, I wanna see
I'm gonna leave this town because I wanna see my baby
I wanna see, I wanna see my baby bad
Yes, I wan', I wanna see my baby
I tell you now
I wanna see, I wanna see my baby bad

I had so many friends
And I'd done so many things
And I thought, I thought that everything I had was fine
Until just recently when I found out that I, there was nothing
Nothing I ever had
I guess I better, I gotta leave this town
And travel on
Goodbye now



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Clayton
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