Had me a woman down in tennessee
Boy she used to love me
Free fever got me and I had to go
I never seen that woman no more
New york city is a place I been
I was there one time with a travellin’ band
Young girl there wanted me to stay
I think she wanted me to pay
Roll it out, roll it in
Here we go down the road again
Drifters life is a drifters wife
Don’t say I didn’t tell you so
Travellin’ man now he don’t know
Only what he hears on the radio
Politics and money don’t bother him
Only good lookin’ women and a bottle of gin
Portland, oregon, to the mexican line
Boy let me tell you the women are fine
If you don’t hang around there very long
They’ll never ever know you’re gone
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