Time to Get Gone

Sante Fe headed southwest 25, Albuquerque, overdrive, loaded up with all I own.
Not slowin’ it down quite near enough to long enough to call anyplace my home.
In my rear view mirror there’s a memory I know will slowly fade away.
I put my foot on the red line and follow that white line to San Antone.

Now it’s time to get gone, with the mornin’ sun.
I’ve done my time while I still can I’m gonna cut and run.
I’ll be movin’ on. The road ahead is long.
It’s a way of life for a ramblin’, travelin’ son of a gun.

Now and then I think I’ll settle down, find a little piece of ground, never be again alone.
Gonna spend my days on through the nights, livin’ right, a life that I’ve never known.
Hidden deep inside of me a cold wind’s blowin’ and I know it’s all in vain.
When that rooster crows you’ll see my taillights headin’ on down the road.

Now it’s time to get gone, with the mornin’ sun.
I’ve done my time while I still can I’m gonna cut and run.
I’ll be movin’ on. The road ahead is long.
It’s a way of life for a ramblin’, travelin’ son of a gun.

Sante Fe headed southwest 25, Albuquerque, overdrive, loaded up with all I own.
Not slowin’ it down quite near enough to long enough to call anyplace my home.
In my rear view mirror there’s a memory I know will slowly fade away.
I put my foot on the red line and follow that white line to San Antone.

Now it’s time to get gone, with the mornin’ sun.
I’ve done my time while I still can I’m gonna cut and run.
I’ll be movin’ on. The road ahead is long.
It’s a way of life for a ramblin’, travelin’ son of a gun.