| Well, well, well, oh yeah, mmm.
|
| I’m sitting here in Memphis,
|
| Whiskey bottle in my hand, oh. |
| I got to find a woman,
|
| I’m only on a one-night stand,
|
| I’ve got to kick away these blues,
|
| Got to get on my rock and roll shoes,
|
| I’m leaving in the morning,
|
| I’m heading for the promised land.
|
| Got to call a number,
|
| A certain woman in town, yeah,
|
| But when I got connected she told me
|
| She was going to settle down, Oh baby, yeah.
|
| I’ve got to kick away these blues,
|
| Got to get on my rock and roll shoes,
|
| I’m leaving in the morning,
|
| I’m heading for the promised land,
|
| Oh baby; |
| look out over there.
|
| Ever since I’ve been playing guitar in a band,
|
| Ever since I been to St. Davida’s school,
|
| Every time I tried to play my winning hand,
|
| I get a little closer but it’s still the same old game.
|
| Ma ma mama, I get a little closer to you baby, Seem like
|
| you’re all the same, I get a little closer to you,
|
| still the same old game, Come on baby, I want to take you with me.
|
| I’ve got to leave the city, I’m headed for the California sun,
|
| Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, They say the girls are pretty
|
| And pretty soon I’m going to get me one, Yeah, yeah, yeah,
|
| I’ve got to kick away these blues, Got to get on my
|
| rock and roll shoes, I’m leaving in the morning,
|
| I’m heading for the promised land, Lord knows I am.
|
| Ever since I been playing guitar in a band, Ever since I’ve been
|
| St. Davida’s place, Every time I tried to play my winning hand,
|
| I get a little closer but it’s still the same old game
|
| Ever since I been playing guitar in a band |