(A. Wise/G. Johnson)

Sometimes I wonder, will I ever get back home?

Sometimes I wonder, will I ever get back home?

Well, I been gone so long

Will I ever get back home?

Sometimes I wonder, will my baby think of me?

Sometimes I wonder, will my baby think of me?

Well, sometime I wonder

Would she ever think of me?

The way she been talking

Make me mash my eyebrows down

The way she been talkin

Make me mash my eyebrows down

Make me fold my arms

And heave a lonesome sigh

Standing on the highway, wheel too tired to roll

Standing on the highway, my wheel too tired to
roll

But I know I'm gonna leave

'Cause I'm a driving soul

One more story, all my friends you can tell

One more story, all my friends you can tell

I'm booked down-bound to leave - I'm gone

Ride like hell