Had me a woman down in Tennessee

Boy she used to love me

Free fever got me and I had to go

I never seen that woman no more

New York City is a place I been

I was there one time with a travellin' band

Young girl there wanted me to stay

I think she wanted me to pay

Roll it out, roll it in

Here we go down the road again

Drifters life is a drifters wife

Don't say I didn't tell you so

Travellin' man now he don't know

Only what he hears on the radio

Politics and money don't bother him

Only good lookin' women and a bottle of gin

Portland, Oregon, to the Mexican line

Boy let me tell you the women are fine

If you don't hang around there very long

They'll never ever know you're gone