A                   D                 
Ive been to Memphis, down to Baton Rouge 
                A                       E7                 
Racked up expenses on hotel rooms and booze
               D                            A                 
I may be senseless, but I'm staying on the move 
         C      G       E7         G            G Ab A                
Until I wear a hole in these old walkin? shoes.


Chorus 

        D                  A            D                 A
I don?t need no picket fences, I don?t want no rockin? chair
   C          D                 E7
I got my own ball and chain to wear
            A                         F     G             
Out on the highway, you?ll find me there
   E7                                               ( G Ab A - 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