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I'm goin' away, to a world unknownI'm goin' away, to a world unknownI'm worried now, but I won't be worried longMy rider got somethin', she's tryin'a keep it hidMy rider got somethin', she's tryin'a keep it hidLord, I got somethin' to find that somethin' withI feel like choppin', chips flyin' everywhereI feel like choppin', chips flyin' everywhereI been to the Nation, oh Lord, but I couldn't stay thereSome people say them oversea blues ain't bad(spoken: Why, of course they are)Some people say them oversea blues ain't bad(spoken: What was a-matter with 'em?!)It must not a-been them oversea blues I hadEvery day seem like murder here(spoken: My God, I'm no sheriff)Every day seem like murder hereI'm gonna leave tomorrow, I know you don't bid my careCan't go down any dirt road by myselfCan't go down any dirt road by myself(My Lord, who ya gonna carry?)I don't carry my, gonna carry me someone else From Letras Mania