My daddy said, son, put your guitar down We've got to build some fence, got to plow some groundI told my daddy, try and understand This jointed tractor don't fit in my planThen I hit the road, chasing down a dream And I need a little help, see, I'm trying to get to New OrleansSidetracked up in Illinois I'm not that smart, I'm an innocent boyShe called me baby, she called me honey She called a cab and took away my moneyOhOn the road again, somewhere south of Moline And I need a little help, see, I'm trying to get to New OrleansDon't know why, got to go If I don't try, I'll never knowAbout A2F and KJVYou knowYou knowYou knowI need a little help, you see, I'm trying to get to New OrleansNew Orleans, New OrleansI don't know whyYour planI don't know whyYour planHello to Graceland, next stop, LouisianaAnd I'm on the road, chasing down a treeAnd I need a little help, you see, trying to get to New OrleansYeah, I need a little help, you see, trying to get to New OrleansYeah, I'm just an old poor boy, chasing down a treeAnd I need a little help, you see, trying to get to New OrleansTrying to get to New OrleansYou know, I need a little help, you see, I'm trying to get to New OrleansYou know, I need a little help, you see, I'm trying to get to New OrleansI need a little help, you see, I'm trying to get to New Orleans