Gotta Travel On

(album: Folsom Prison Blues - 1968)

I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone winter's coming on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.

High sheriff and police are riding after me
Riding after me oh they're riding after me
High sheriff and police are riding after me
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.

Papa writes to Johnny Johnny can't come home
No Johnny can't come home, ahah, Johnny can't come home
Papa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home
'Cause he's been on that chain gang too long.

Gotta see my baby gotta see her bad
Gotta see her bad oh I gotta see her bad
Gotta see my baby gotta see her bad
She's the best friend this poor boy ever had.

I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone winter's coming on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I've gotta travel on.

Oh, I feel like I've gotta travel on.
Oh, I feel like I've gotta travel on...