The Time, 11:33 On A Saturday, November, 1923

I'm Synchronized, It's Wise To Keep My Wits About Me

My Name Is Roy, A One-time Choir Boy

Now I'm Sixteen, Man, And I'm Nobody's Toy

I'm Gonna Take To The Wind And Get This Town Behind Me



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I'm Jumpin' A Train Leavin' Town

Howling Whistle Sounds

And I'm Not Looking Back -- Gonna Tie My Fate To A Train Track

Got A Whiskey Bottle Tied In A Corn Sack

Hold On World, I'm Coming, I'm Hitching A Ride On A North-bound Train



Am I Alive? Won't Somebody Tell Me

The Mississippi Waves, What's It Trying To Sell Me?

Mud In The Banks, But No One Gets Thanks

When It's Tracked In Through The Doorway



I Am Home Grown, Sewn Into These Britches

But I'm Not Spending My Life Digging Up Ditches

Like My Daddy Did, And His Daddy Did, And His Daddy Before