They throwed me in jail when it was rainin', hollering that would be best for me. You know, the jail kept me from gettin' wet. I didn't have no place to stay, don't you see.
I might have to tell you in the mornin, little girl and you may have to go. I might tell you to go ahead on, go ahead on, little girl and never come back no more.
Son, my Daddy told me, lookin back The best friend you'll have is a railroad track So when I was thirteen I said, I'm rollin' my own, And I'm leaving Missouri and I'm never coming home
It’s a long road to freedom, A winding steep and high. But when you walk in love With the wind on your wing And cover the earth with the songs you sing The miles fly by.