2 acessos
Em Am Em I've been up the Mississippi to the Manitoba line Am Em I've been downstream to the Gulf of Mexico Am Followed the sun out west to Californ B7 Em And there just ain't no place for me left to go Em Am Em Spent a lonesome month in Maine, and a year in Louisian Am Em Packed my bags and hit the westward trail Am Rambled down through Texas till I came to El Paso B7 Em Spent a week in a stinkin' Juarez jail Em Am Em I rambled through Nevada, gamblin' most of my life away Am Em I headed north when I heard Dakota call Am I stayed until the Northern came rollin' down the line B7 Em Headed south when summer turned to fall Em Am Em I've been north and east and south where the cotton grows Am Em Out in the west where the sun forever shines Am I'v bent my back for a dollar a day in a Texas sugar field B7 Em Labored in a Minnesota mine Em Am Em I've seen your hungry babies scream, I watched their mamas cry Am Em Seen a worn-out prostitute beg for a dime Am I'v seen men come out of gutters, ready to give their lives away B7 Em For a slug at a lousy bottle of rot gut wine Em Am Em I've been up the Mississippi to the Manitoba line Am Em I've been downstream to the Gulf of Mexico Am Followed the sun out west to Californ B7 Em And there just ain't no place for me left to go B7 Em And there just ain't no place for me left to go