Chorus:
I done laid around and played around this old town too long.
Summer's almost gone; yes, winter's coming on.
Well, I've laid around and played around this old town too long,
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
Chilly winds will soon begin, and I'll be on my way;
I'll be on my way; yes, I'm goin' alone some day.
Chilly winds will soon begin, and I'll be on my way,
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
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I wanna see my honey, I wanna see her bad;
Wanna see her bad, wanna see her bad.
Well, I wanna see my honey, I wanna see her bad;
She's the best gal this poor boy ever had.
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There's a lonesome freight at 6:08, comin' through the town;
Comin' through the town; yes, I'll be homeward bound.
There's a lonesome freight at 6:08, comin' through the town,
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
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And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
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