Gotta Travel On Lyrics - Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys

I've laid around and played around this old town too long 

Summers almost gone, winters coming on 

I've laid around and played around this old town too long 

And I feel like I've gotta travel on 

Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home 

Johnny can't come home, no, Johnny can't come home 

Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home 

Cause he's been on this chain gang too long 

[Chorus: Repeat 2X] 

High sheriff and police riding after me 

Riding after me, yes, coming after me 

High sheriff and police riding after me 

And I feel like I've gotta travel on 

Want to see my honey, want to see her bad 

Want to see her bad, oh, want to see her bad 

Want to see my honey, want to see her bad 

She's the best gal this poor boy ever had