Hit The Road

I left home when I was grown
When I could cross the bayous on my own
Spent some time living crazy
A little too lazy for a man
So I ended up down in New Orleans
With a pretty Creole woman I called Rose
But Rose she says we can’t stay round here
Let’s have another beer and hit the road
Let’s hit the road

61 can take us out of New Orleans
Be in Memphis in the morning if we drove
But Rose and me we ain’t got much money
Or a car that can make it to Tennessee
The TV’s talking but I can’t hear it
Bet they’re saying hell’s a coming for us all
And Rose she says I can’t make it without my Momma
Can’t be leaving here without her all alone
Let’s hit the road

Still remember walking through New Orleans
With my pretty Creole woman by my side
But if I smell me a blooming sweet Magnolia
I’ll pretend I don’t know ya and start to cry
‘Cause Rose and me we never ever found her Momma
Guess the Good Lord came and got her before we could
And as I boarded the last bus to Houston
Left Rose there refusing to go
So I hit the road

Hit the road
Cross the bayou
On my own now, all alone, heading home
Hit the road, hit the road, hit the road

And as I boarded the last bus to Houston
Left Rose there refusing to go