One, two, three, four.
I'm westbound,
headed for the county lines.
Yeah, I'm westbound,
headed for the county lines.
If I can make it there by midnight,
I'm gonna have a hell of a time.
Tennessee whiskey,
and California wine.
Tennessee whiskey,
and California wine.
Well, I'll take a month's gatherin',
I'm gonna prepare my life.
Yeah,
I'm westbound,
but runnin' out of time.
Yeah, I'm westbound,
but runnin' out of time.
Black stage at midnight,
creepin' up from the vine.
