Hey, mister, got a road map? I'm kinda lost Gotta get to Georgia tonight Don't care what it costs Been down in Denver jail for four long years And I'm so homesick I could die
Got a sweet woman back home Waitin there for me Least in all her letters, Lord She said she'd be Waitin there with open arms Born new life for me And I'm so homesick I could die
Shot a man in Denver Over some money owed So she told me That I had to go But I paid my time And a new life is gonna be mine And a new life is gonna be mine