GOTTA TRAVEL ON
Recorded by Billy Grammer
Words and music by Paul Clayton
I've [D] laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone; [D7] Yes, [G] winter's comin' [D] on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long [D7]
And I [G] feel like I've [A7] gotta travel [D] on.
Papa writes to Johnny; But Johnny can't come home
Johnny can't come home; No, Johnny can't come home
Papa writes to Johnny; But Johnny can't come home
'Cause he's been on the chain gang too long.
High sheriff and police; Ridin' after me
Ridin' after me; Yes, comin' after me
High sheriff and police ridin' after me
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.
Want to see my honey; Want to see her bad
Want to see her bad; Oh! want to see her bad
Want to see my honey; Want to see her bad
She's the best gal this poor boy ever had.
