Down in the Valley

I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade Like ridin' around on railcars and workin' long days Lord, have mercy on my rough-n-rowdy ways Lord, have mercy on my rough-n-rowdy ways Call it one drink too many, call it pride of a man It don't make no difference if you sit, or you stand 'Cause they both end in trouble and start with a grin Yeah, they both end in trouble and start with a grin We do it over, and over, and over again We do it over, and over, and over again Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh Oh, oh-oh, oh I know there's California, Oklahoma And all of the places I ain't ever been to, but Down in the valley, with whiskey rivers These are the places you will find me hidin' These are the places I will always go These are the places I will always go I am on my way, I am on my way I am on my way back to where I started, yeah (Oh, oh-oh) (Oh, oh-oh) One more for the stars and the eyes of the walls I saw your face, I heard you callin' out I saw your face in a crowd and you came out Just like the sun, and the moon, and the stars at the night There was a sign on the door, and it reads to me Just like the sun, and the moon, and the stars at night Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Oh, oh-oh Ohh I am on my way, I am on my way I am on my way back to where I started, now California, Oklahoma, and all of the places I ain't ever been to But down in the valley, with whiskey rivers These are the places you will find me hidin' (hidin') These are the places I will always go These are the places I will always go I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade But Lord, have mercy on my rough-n-rowdy ways