By townes van zandt

I gotta guitar all my own
I gotta quarter for the telephone
I aint headed down this highway all alone
One two three and maybe four
Honey, theyre knockin on my door
I know youre gonna miss me when Im gone

Got no daddy but I got a ma
Think she lives in arkansas
Maybe Ill go see her some old day
It aint like shed really care
It aint like shed pay no fare
But I might just blow on through there anyway

Headed down to alabam
Cause some trouble if I can
Aw, buddy, would you like to come along?
Its a place I never been
And you know I could use a friend
They say theyll give us twenty bucks a song

I gotta guitar all my own
I gotta quarter for the telephone
I aint headed down this highway all alone
One two three and maybe four
Honey, theyre knockin on my door
You know Im gonna miss you when Im gone