GOTTA TRAVEL ON
Recorded by Billy Grammer
Words and music by Paul Clayton

I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone; Yes, winter's comin' on
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
And I feel like I've gotta travel on

Papa writes to Johnny; But Johnny can't come home
Johnny can't come home; No, Johnny can't come home
Papa writes to Johnny; But Johnny can't come home
'Cause he's been on the chain gang too long

High sheriff and police; Ridin' after me
Ridin' after me; Yes, comin' after me
High sheriff and police ridin' after me
And I feel like I've gotta travel on

Want to see my honey; Want to see her bad
Want to see her bad; Oh! want to see her bad
Want to see my honey; Want to see her bad
She's the best gal this poor boy ever had