Drifters Raus
Get outta town
Get outta town
Get outta town
Get out now!
Get outta town, get outta town
This town's sick of me hanging around
I drifted through my life, I drifted through town
But when I left this wife, this was the road that I found
All of my life, everyday
Alone on the road, I don't know my way
I just stay, make a mess, I never clean up
'Cause I'm moving on, alone on the road
Drifters raus, get out of the house
When they start to shout, I know to raus
Drifters raus, get outta the house
Get outta the house
I was stopped by the Mounties in the very next county
They knew nothing about me, so they chose to doubt me
A vagrancy charge would make my life really hard
So to stay out of jail, I took this job
So I worked on a farm for six months or more
I worked in the dust and I worked in the storms
Tripped over a lantern late one night in the barn
Couldn't pump enough water to save that old man's farm
I don't wipe my feet and I never unpack
When I'm leaving here, I'm never coming back
I never count the cheques that I bounce
By the time that they're found, I'm headed south
To the next little town, where I throw it down
Have it my way or I hit the highway
'Cause I got a name and I got a song
And I couldn't care if I'm playing it wrong
I told my horse to "whoa" but they said "Drifters raus"
Get outta town
Get outta town
Get out now!
Get outta town, get outta town
This town's sick of me hanging around
I drifted through my life, I drifted through town
But when I left this wife, this was the road that I found
All of my life, everyday
Alone on the road, I don't know my way
I just stay, make a mess, I never clean up
'Cause I'm moving on, alone on the road
Drifters raus, get out of the house
When they start to shout, I know to raus
Drifters raus, get outta the house
Get outta the house
I was stopped by the Mounties in the very next county
They knew nothing about me, so they chose to doubt me
A vagrancy charge would make my life really hard
So to stay out of jail, I took this job
So I worked on a farm for six months or more
I worked in the dust and I worked in the storms
Tripped over a lantern late one night in the barn
Couldn't pump enough water to save that old man's farm
I don't wipe my feet and I never unpack
When I'm leaving here, I'm never coming back
I never count the cheques that I bounce
By the time that they're found, I'm headed south
To the next little town, where I throw it down
Have it my way or I hit the highway
'Cause I got a name and I got a song
And I couldn't care if I'm playing it wrong
I told my horse to "whoa" but they said "Drifters raus"
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Grimson
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