Heading south to Georgia, four shows in a row,
Didn’t get any sleep last night the way these drivers roll,
Heaven seems so far away I believe it in my soul,
We’ll be gone, long gone, a long time.

Heard my baby laughing like a jackal in the night,
Looked in through the window and saw an awful site,
Well, he took off my overcoat and she turned out the lights,
I’ll be gone, long gone, a long time.

Well Jaybird seen a little worm wiggling on the ground,
I guess there ain’t no hiding place no matter where I’ve found,
Just came from Traverse city, now I’m with the ? bound,
I’ll be gone, long gone, a long time.

Well Jesus took the water and then turned it into wine,
Me I take those pretty girls and try to make them mine,
Well I tell them not to worry, I’ll see them down the line,
I’ll be gone, long gone, a long time.

Well I just keep rolling to the rhythm of the band,
If you think I’m lucky boys you just don’t understand,
That I’ll pick this old guitar until my fingers turn to sand,
I’ll be gone, long gone, a long time.