Ah to be up and leaving this town

Heading down an open road

To New Orleans, maybe Mexico



The whole world topsy turvy, you feel like you're upside down

Everyday it's a push and a shove, ah, people trying to get around

Working hard, breaking even's good; to live you know you need to pay

Yea, I'm half way gone; I feel I got to stay

But I don't like living trapped this way

Get away, get away yea



Chorus:

Ah to be up and leaving this town, heading down an open road

With all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat

Thinking 'bout where you're going, to New Orleans, maybe Mexico



If only you could pack up everything you love

And everyone who'd even been your friend

Keeping close to you the things that make you strong

And carry them with you around the bend

The fear to move and meet the new can keep you in line

To go you know that something stays behind

Separate the good and bad, 'cause you know the kind

The world is passing you by, but right down the line, down the line



Chorus



Whoa, to New Orleans, maybe Mexico

I gotta get out of here, don't you know, yea baby

Gotta head on down the line, down the line, down the line