| I’m headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side
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| Blue skies hangin' over my head I got 500 miles to ride
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| I’m goin' down to Memphis town to play a latenight show
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| I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go
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| Well, I’m a whiskey rock-a-roller
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| That’s what I am
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| Women, whiskey and miles of travellin'
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| Is all I understand
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| I was born a travellin' man and my feets do burn the ground
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| I don’t care for fancy music if your shoes can’t shuffle around
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| I got a 100 women or more and there’s no place I call home
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| The only time I’m satisfied is when I’m on the road
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| Sometimes I wonder where will we go
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| Lord don’t take my whiskey, rock and roll
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| Take me down to Memphis town, busdriver get me there
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| I got me a queenie she got longbrown curly hair
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| She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around
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| And everytime I see that gal
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| Lord she wants to take me down
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| Sometimes I wonder where will we go
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| Lord don’t take my whiskey, rock and roll |