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 and rowdy ways Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways Call it one drink too many, call it pride of a man And 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-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 (on my way) back to where I started One more for the stars and their eyes in the walls I hail your face and then (oh-oh), I saw you standing out I saw your face in the crowd, and you came out You saw me crossing the valley and you came in Look at the sign on the door, and it reads to me Just like the grass and the sign when you walked in Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh I am on my way I am on my way I am on my way back to where I started 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 So I wish I was a slave to an age-old trade Lord have mercy on my rough and rowdy ways