I'm headed down a highway, got my suitcase by my side.
Blue skies hangin' over my head, I got five hundred miles to ride.
I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show.
I hope the people are ready there 'cause the boys are all ready to go.

      Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am.
      Women, whiskey and miles of travelin is all I understand.

Yes, I was born a travelin manand my feets do burn the ground.
I don't care for fancy music if your shoes can't shuffle around.
I got a hundred women or more and there's no place I call home.
The only time I'm satisfied is when I'm on the road.

      Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am.
      Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand.

   Sometimes I wonder where will we go.
   Lord, don't you take my whiskey and rock'n'roll.

Take me down to Memphis town, busdriver, get me there.
I got me a queenie, she got long black curly hair.
She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around
and everytime I see that girl, Lord, she wants to take me down.

      Well, I'm a whiskey rock-a-roller, that's what I am.
      Women, whiskey and miles of travelin' is all I understand.

   Sometimes I wonder where will we go.
   Lord, don't you take my whiskey and rock'n'roll.

               - Edward King, Billy Powell & Ronnie VanZant