I wish I was in the Southland sitting in a chair

With one arm around my old guitar

And the other one around my dear



   I'm rolling on (I'm rolling on)

   I'm rolling on (I'm rolling on)

   I'm rolling on through life just rolling on



Sitting in the moonlight blue as blue can be

Strumming on my old guitar 

To give my poor heart ease



Whether I'm in the country whether I'm in the town

My old guitar is near me 

Whether I'm up or down



Maybe I will marry if I can find a girl

But I'll always love my guitar

As much as I love her