This is unlike all the rest of the
songs that come out of uptown New York,
this Tin Pan Alley thing.
This one wasn't written up there.
One of the few songs nowadays that aren't being written up there.
This was written down in the United States.
I feel like running down to Shenandoah
I got a home on Lee Highway
I feel I'm bound to go,
bound to go,
bound to go,
bound to go
And the Lone Ranger and Tonto,
they're riding down the line
They're fixing everybody's troubles,
everybody's set in mind
I must have told them that I was doing fine
Oh,
you five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads
I got a real girl I'm loving and I'll love her till I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too
I ain't a-goin' to no racetrack,
see no sports car run
I don't have no sports car,
Lord,
I don't even wish to have one
I can walk all the way around the block
I got
a clock in my stomach and a watch in my head
I'm a-ticking so loud,
Lord,
I'm gonna wind up dead
Yes, I will, no, I won't, maybe I will
Well,
I got on,
we keep on a-going up and down the street
With my head in my hand and my boots on my feet
Here I come, there I go, here I am again
Look at here, everybody,
you want to be like me
Pull out your gun and rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right