Let Her Roll

2016 International Music and Entertainment Association Song of the Year!

Let Her Roll
(c) Kathy Boyd, BMI

Well I guess I wore my welcome out
Back there in New Orleans
Taught them gamblers how to sing the blues
Well the guys were hot, I guess I got
Bought each round silver dollar
And a sportin' gal knows when to use her shoes.

(Chorus)
Let her run boys, let her run
High ballin' straight to Memphis
Blowin' smoke and burning up that coal
This town I'm leavin' in the dust
Lord knows ain't gonna miss it
Let her run boys, let her roll

Well I guess I'm gonna get myself
A brand new shiny razor
Mines still back there on that barroom floor
Well that big old boy was going to bust me up
So I just had to cut him
One things for sure is he won't cheat no more

(Chorus)

When I make my way to Tennessee
Gonna find my way to Georgia
Back to where folks don't care what I've done
Gonna shake my Daddy by the hand
Eat a pile of Mama's biscuits
Sweat this whiskey out in that Georgia sun

(Chorus)

This town I'm leavin' in the dust
Lord knows I'm gonna miss it
Let her run boys, let her roll.

Let her run boys, let her roll!