High up in the mountains cutting the timbers down

All I do from dusk to dawn is follow that mule around

I had no intentions of staying away this long

But I guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone



Picked peaches down in Georgia, cotton in Tennessee

Trying to make a livin's going to be the death of me

So if you want to find me just look where the wind has blown

Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone



Go find another fella if you want to

I won't say you ever done me wrong

This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto

Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone



[Instrumental]



Up here in these tall pines leanin' into the wind

Doing my best to catch my breath 'till I hit the road again

The only thing I know how to do is keep on rambling on

I guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone



Go find another fella if you want to

I won't say you ever done me wrong

This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto

Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone



There's a great big shade tree shadowing the stones

Where I want you to lay me down to rest my weary bones

There ain't really nowhere else in this earth I belong

Guess I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone



Go find another fella if you want to

I won't say you ever done me wrong

This of heart ain't nothing to hold onto

Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone

Hun, I won't be home 'til I'm dead and gone



[Instrumental to end]