Oh, babe I hate to leave you here down in this one horse town
Where the train runs through the your early morning dreams, just leave that old wailin' sound
Oh, but I'm coming back, I will return, now women you wait for me
I'm bound to travel the USA from the desert unto the sea
I'v got another song about the South you know its white now and its black
They're ain't banjo on my knee, but that song is still on my back
Hey, it's a long, long way to Hollywood
And it's a short, short chance for fame
All them slicks keep talkin back home
But I make it just the same
Oh, I'll make it just the same
I've got a new song for all them people hovering down in the Georgia night