Letra
Ver letra con acordes
http://headforthehillsmusic.com/site/home/
Ive been to Memphis, down to Baton Rouge
Racked up expenses on hotel rooms and booze
I may be senseless, but I m staying on the move
Until I wear a hole in these old walkin’ shoes.
Chorus
I don’t need no picket fences, I don’t want no rockin’ chair
I got my own ball and chain to wear
Out on the highway, you’ll find me there
( - Mando)
Spare me the story friend Ive got no time to spare
Ive been to Portland, and Chicago too
Ive been to Wichita, Arapaho, St. Lou
But all those places, I ain’t seen them all
‘cause the moment I arrived I had to run
Chorus
(Instrumental, good luck)
I’ve seen the city, I’ve seen the plains
I’ve spent most my life in mountainous terrain
Well the more I drive these roads I go insane
That’s why I’m headed back to where I came
Chorus
(Instrumental, rip away… keep going, don’t give up, and again)
Chorus
Ive been to Memphis, down to Baton Rouge
Racked up expenses on hotel rooms and booze
I may be senseless, but I m staying on the move
Until I wear a hole in these old walkin’ shoes.
Chorus
I don’t need no picket fences, I don’t want no rockin’ chair
I got my own ball and chain to wear
Out on the highway, you’ll find me there
( - Mando)
Spare me the story friend Ive got no time to spare
Ive been to Portland, and Chicago too
Ive been to Wichita, Arapaho, St. Lou
But all those places, I ain’t seen them all
‘cause the moment I arrived I had to run
Chorus
(Instrumental, good luck)
I’ve seen the city, I’ve seen the plains
I’ve spent most my life in mountainous terrain
Well the more I drive these roads I go insane
That’s why I’m headed back to where I came
Chorus
(Instrumental, rip away… keep going, don’t give up, and again)
Chorus