Maybe Mexico

The whole world's topsy turvy

You feel like you're upside down

Everyday it's a push and a shove

People tryin' to get around

Working hard, tryin' to make some bread

Kinda get it 'fore it gets away

It's too bad our old man must work to get along

But living knowing needs a pay

The city is a place in which dirty dreams

It's chance to give your ideas, life

Man, gets along in Folsom country green

He just likes some peace and quiet

Peace and quiet, peace and quiet

So, I've to be up and leaving this town

And set headed down an open road

With all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat

Thinking 'bout where you're going

Maybe New Orleans, maybe Mexico

Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of here

Don't you know, yeah, babe, I got to head on down

If only you could pack up everything you love

And everyone who'd ever been your friend

Keeping close to you the things that make you strong

Got to carry them with you around the bend

The fear to move and meet the new can keep you in line

To go you know that something stays behind

Separate the good and bad and take along the kind

To the place you'd like to be and right down the line, line

Oh, I've to be up and leaving this town

And set headed down an open road

With all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat

Thinking 'bout where you're going

Maybe New Orleans, maybe Mexico

Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of here

Don't you know, yeah, babe

I've to be up and leaving this town

And set headed down an open road

With all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat

Thinking 'bout where you're going

Maybe New Orleans, maybe Mexico

Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of here

Don't you know, yeah, babe, I got to head on down

Head on down

Stop off down in Austin, Texas

See some friends of mine, yeah, yeah

Down near the border, down near the border

Down near the border, down near the border