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 in the war 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; I want to see her bad She’s the best gal this poor boy ever had 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.