Standard (EADGBE)

 Ive been to Memphis, down to Baton Rouge

 Racked up expenses on hotel rooms and booze

 I may be senseless, but I'm staying on the move

 Until I wear a hole in these old walkin’ shoes.

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 I don’t need no picket fences, I don’t want no rockin’ chair

 I got my own ball and chain to wear

 Out on the highway, you’ll find me there

  ( - Mando)

Spare me the story friend Ive got no time to spare

Ive been to Portland, and Chicago too

Ive been to Wichita, Arapaho, St. Lou

But all those places, I ain’t seen them all

‘cause the moment I arrived I had to run

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(Instrumental, good luck)

I’ve seen the city, I’ve seen the plains

I’ve spent most my life in mountainous terrain

Well the more I drive these roads I go insane

That’s why I’m headed back to where I came

Chorus

(Instrumental, rip away

keep going, don’t give up, and again)

Chorus