Gotta Travel On - Bob Dylan

Done laid around and stayed around this old town to long

sommers almost gone yeh winters commin on

Done laid around and stayed around this old town to long

and I feel like I gotta travel on

there’s a lonesome freight at six’o eight commin through the town

commin through the town yeh I’ll be homeward bound

A lonesome freight at six’o eight a commin through the town

but I feel like I gotta travel on

That chilly wind will soon begin but I’ll be on my way

I’ll be on my way yeh I’ll be home to stay

That chilly wind will soon begin and I’ll be on my way

But I feel like I gotta travel on

(not sure on next verse)

High Police and Sherriff are commin after me

yeh commin after me yeh commin after me

The high Police and Sherriff are comin after me

and I feel like I gotta travel on

wanna see my honey, wanna see her bad

wanna see my honey, wanna see her bad

she’s the best girl a man could ever have

Papa writes to Johnny But Johnny can’t come home

Johnny can’t come home no Johnny can’t come home

Papa writes to Johnny but Johnny can’t come home

cause he’s been on the chain gaing to long