Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,. Left my mama a goodbye note,. By sundown I'd left Kingston,. With my guitar under my coat,. I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,.
I know there's a lotta talk going around today. About cigarette smoking whittling your life away. I've seen it and I've heard it so many times. That finally it just started to prey on my mind.
Now, I'm a U.S. Male 'cause I was born. In a Mississippi town on a Sunday morn.. Now, Mississippi just happens to occupy a place. In the southeastern portion of this here United States..