Well, here we are again. Me and my friends on a Friday night. Waitin' on Jimmy. He's always gotta get his hair just right. Bobby yells. "Where we gonna go?".
Daily grind is stealin' me away again. When I just wanna lay back down. Another night gone and don't know where it went. What I need more than anything right now is.
So, there's somewhere you gotta be. Well, I sure hate to see you leave. I'll break my grip, but babe, you need to know. Next time I might not let you go.
The red Georgia clay when mixed with the rain. Sure made for one nasty mess. Ah, but we were ridin' high in that old truck of mine. In deep as we could get.
I'm a solitary man,. Nothing means more than my freedom,. A few days ago I swear. I walked out of there believin'. I could let you go. . I know how freedom feels.
When we heard that train comin'. Should've seen old Billy Walker run. I laughed and yelled, Hey, Billy. You're gonna miss all the fun. . Between me and that cold water.
When we heard that train a comin'. Should've seen old Billy Walker run. I laughed and yelled hey Billy. You're gonna miss all the fun. . Between me and that cold water.