As the Mona,
where do I begin?
Who among us here is without sin?
I'm just a lonesome drifter on the lonely highway.
Lean on me brother, cause I understand.
You got that nine pound hammer swangin' in your hand.
I'm just a lonesome drifter on the lonely highway.
I'm just a lonesome drifter on the lonely highway.
Everybody's working in them cotton fields,
just a little bit different than it used to feel.
Yeah.
Everybody's waiting on that rising sun
to drop down, turn red, and be done.
Baby,
you're not the only one
feeling it rising,
rising on you.
Yeah, baby, you're not the only one
feeling it rising,
steady rising up, rising on you.
I'm gonna take this one right here.
Lonesome drifter on the lonely highway.
I'm just a lonesome drifter on the lonely highway.