Teksty:
Marshall Tucker Band The

Gonna take a freight train down at the station, Lord I don't care where it goes Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain, Lord And jump off, nobody

Well I'm goin' down to the river I've got a canepole in my hand I've got my redworms in a Maxwell house coffee can I'm gonna sit under ashade tree on

know where you are As you stomp your feet to a country guitar You can have fun, I'm tellin' you can When you stomp your feet to a hillbilly band Every

If I ask you to tell me about the man You been seen with most everyday If I ask you to tell me Why you're never at home When I call you in the middle

I've got ramblin', ramblin' on my mind, Lord. Gotta find me a woman of a different kind. Now she's gone, Lord, I've got ramblin' on my mind. I've got

I ain't never been with a woman long enough For my boots to get old We've been together so long now They both need resoled If I ever settle down You'

Thrill is gone The thrill is gone away The thrill is gone baby The thrill is gone away You know you done me wrong, baby And you'll be sorry some day

I'm gonna take me a ride on a riverboat Down to New Orleans Gotta pocket full of money and a liquor bottle Gonna drink away my dreams Don't really wanna

Lord, everyday, everyday Everyday, everyday I sing the blues Goin' to find me a preacher man Lord, I've gotta find one Lord, I went to see my mama Down