Hey, mister, got a road map?
I'm kinda lost
Gotta get to Georgia tonight
Don't care what it costs
Been down in Denver jail for four long years
And I'm so homesick I could die

Got a sweet woman back home
Waitin there for me
Least in all her letters, Lord
Waitin there with open arms
Born new life for me
And I'm so homesick I could die

Shot a man in Denver
Over some money owed
So she told me
That I had to go
But I paid my time
And a new life is gonna be mine

And a new life is gonna be mine