Procrastination, the small conversation. The tensions beginning to build up inside. No one elses point of view. Has ever been to what you think is right.
Well I'm going out west where I belong. Where the days are short and the nights are long. . Where I'll walk. And they walk. I'll twist. And they twist.
(baby, baby, ta-ta-daa, ta-ta-daa). Baby-baby, how I want you. Baby-baby, how I need you. Baby-baby, you're the only one, two, three, four. Baby-baby, how I miss you.
Ride on, ride on Red, ride on. . Well, I left my home in Vicksburg and started traveling north. Made it to New Orleans as the bus was taking off. The citizens' committee was giving away the fare.
And I'm not going back into rags or in the hole. and our bruises are coming. but we will never fold. . and I was your silver lining. as the story goes.
Every time I think about you I get so mad. I just can't get along without you though you treat me so bad. Yes, you're the meanest gal I know. Should be glad to see you go but I'll get blue.
Why do fools fall in love?. Why do birds sing so gay. And lovers await the break of day. Why do they fall in love. Why does the rain fall from up above.
Oh well, I'm going out west where I belong. Oh, where the days are short and the nights are long. . And I walk. (And I walk). And I'd run. (And I'd run).