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I'm goin' away, to a world unknown I'm goin' away, to a world unknown I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long My rider got somethin', she's tryin'a keep it hid My rider got somethin', she's tryin'a keep it hid Lord, I got somethin' to find that somethin' with I feel like choppin', chips flyin' everywhere I feel like choppin', chips flyin' everywhere I been to the Nation, oh Lord, but I couldn't stay there Some 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 had Every day seem like murder here (spoken: My God, I'm no sheriff) Every day seem like murder here I'm gonna leave tomorrow, I know you don't bid my care Can't go down any dirt road by myself Can't go down any dirt road by myself (spoken: My Lord, who ya gonna carry?) I don't carry my, gonna carry me someone else From Letras Mania