The time, 11:33 on a Saturday, November, 1923

I'm synchronized, it's wise to keep my wits about me 

My name is Roy, a one-time choir boy 



Now I'm sixteen, man, and I'm nobody's toy 

I'm gonna take to the wind and get this town behind me 



(chorus)

I'm jumpin' a train leavin' town 

Howling whistle sounds 

And I'm not looking back -- gonna tie my fate to a train track 

Got a whiskey bottle tied in a corn sack 

Hold on world, I'm coming, I'm hitching a ride on a north-bound train 



Am I alive? Won't somebody tell me 

The Mississippi waves, what's it trying to sell me?

Mud in the banks, but no one gets thanks 

when it's tracked in through the doorway 



I am home grown, sewn into these britches 

But I'm not spending my life digging up ditches 

Like my Daddy did, and his Daddy did, and his Daddy before