[Verse]
Fourteen miles out of Houston
Destination unknown
Thinkin' ‘bout a lick that I heard in a James Taylor' song
When Faye found out I was leaving
Lord, how she cried and cussed
The last thing that she called me was something that my mama never was
[Chorus]
I picked a little cotton in Georgia
I picked a little blues in Frisco
We've been in and out of live
But stayin' on the right side of the road
Doin' what I want with my freedom
Sayin' things that need to be said
Just my '47 Chevy, my honky-tonk guitar and me
[Verse]
They liked my message in Denver
That payed for my pick in most fair
I made what pretty and the ownеr never mentionеd my hair
Busted by the badge in Phoenix
He said, “Son, keep your hands on that hood”
I told him he would looking for I something I'd given up for good
[Chorus]
I picked a little cotton in Georgia
I picked a little blues in Frisco
We've been in and out of live
But stayin' on the right side of the road
Doin' what I want with my freedom
Sayin' things that need to be said
Just my '47 Chevy, my honky-tonk guitar and me
Woah-ah!
I picked a little cotton in Georgia
I picked a little blues in Frisco
We've been in and out of live
But stayin' on the right side of the road
Doin' what I want with my freedom
Sayin' things that need to be said
Just my '47 Chevy, my honky-tonk guitar and me