Long Time Gone

Out on the lonesome highway

Suitcase and an old guitar

Just outside Oklahoma City

Place called Johnny's Roadside Bar



Having fun, son of a gun

I ain't fit to be tied

I'm on my way back to Georgia

Won't you give me a ride



Sometimes it at easy

When you don't have much to spare

Traveling light, Lord, counting on my fifth

But the little bit hear and there



She's got the prettiest big brown eyes

When she's satisfied

But I'm on way back to Georgia, boys

Won't you give me a ride



I'm a long time gone

On my way back home, Lord

Long time gone, gone



I'm a long time gone

On my way back home, Lord

Long time gone, gone



I'm a long time gone

On my way back home, Lord

Long time gone, gone