New Orleans

I'm going crazy mama, I'm coming home

Let your voice ring in my ears through the telephone.

I'm eager like a top ready to come unwound

This truck has seen the miles, but your smile is where I'm bound.

And I'm bound for the border, bound for New Orleans

But I only got a quarter for gasoline

I got a half a tank of gas, and I'm burning oil

And I'd rather be from rags because the riches are too damn spoiled

I got a friend in Fort Worth, said he'll loan me some bills

Then I'll fill up with gas, and I'm spinning my wheels

And I'm bound for the border, bound for New Orleans

But I only got a quarter for gasoline

And I'm bound for the border, bound for New Orleans

But I only got a quarter for gasoline