Текст песни
Fourteen miles out of Houston
Destination unknown
Thinkin' 'bout a lick that I heard
In a James Taylor song
When Faye found out I was leavin'
Lord, how she cried and cussed
The last thing that she called me
Was somethin' that my mama never was
I picked a little cotton in Georgia
I picked a little blues in Frisco
Weavin' in and out of life
But stayin' on the right side of the road
Doin' what I want with my freedom
Sayin' things that need to be said
Just my '47 Chevy
My honky-tonk guitar and me
They liked my message in Denver
The pay for my pickin' was fair
The barmaid was pretty
And the owner never mentioned my hair
Busted by the badge in Phoenix
He said, "Son, keep your hands on that hood"
I told him he was lookin'
For somethin' I'd given up for good
I picked a little cotton in Georgia
I picked a little blues in Frisco
Weavin' in and out of life
But stayin' on the right side of the road
Doin' what I want with my freedom
Sayin' things that need to be said
Just my '47 Chevy
My honky-tonk guitar and me
I picked a little cotton in Georgia
I picked a little blues in Frisco
Weavin' in and out of life
But stayin' on the right side of the road
Doin' what I want with my freedom
Sayin' things that need to be said
Just my '47 Chevy
My honky-tonk guitar and me