Gonna give you 30 days to get back home Gonna talk to the gypsy woman gonna tell her so She gonna put out a worldwide voodoo That'll be the very thing
staring at me Well I was leaving town last summer But my friends said stick around And though the summer breeze was at my knees I stayed in this little old town Winter
' on Down in cell block number 9 In the forty-seventh hour the tear gas It got our men We are all back in our cells But every now and then There's a
Get on the road, seems like a good time Headin' back home, got to see some friends of mine, hello there Driftin' a long time, my world on a set of wheels
girl named Boney Moronie She's as skinny as a stick of macaroni Oughta see her rock-n-roll with her blue jeans on She's not very fat she's just skin and
that don't do me no good I believe it takes a good woman To love a bad, bad man If ya try I believe ya really could, ooh Your lovin' ways, so warm and
I traveled forty miles of back wood Running from the county man Just broke from the Stone County Prison And I'm never goin' back again Gonna make my
Yeah, full moon is rising And the rain is falling down Looking for my woman But she ain't nowhere around She in a bad luck situation Gonna shoot my baby
yeah, you're a strange stray cat Bet your mama don't know you scream like that I bet your mother don't know you can spit like that You look so weird and
back, stand back There's a fool out on the road, on the road He's had one too many drinks And he just might overload, overload Night time, night time