You know that I get told so many times
Boy you gotta grow you some roots
The wondering dues sounds oh so good in a tune
But you need some place to wipe off all the mud off your boots
C'mon and grab your hat
Your suitcase and cash
Pack up your dacks, your hat
You're leaving today
We're checking out to check out what's up a waysWell you look past me with those sleepy eyes
Well girl I gotta leave before the sun catches me
As if your wondering ways don't suit me spending my days
I'm thanking god you aint around as I'm painting my nailsCome lay down your hat
Your suitcase and your stash
Just make damn sure you aint around
When those milk bottles hit the ground
Go on get lost there up a waysWell she sure was pretty and she sure did kiss good
I almost saw her face cellotaped to my suitcase
I'm car sick I'm punch drunk and I don't like to fly
But there's always something far off that catches my eyeAnd its an age old tune
I only know where I am when I move
So pack up your smalls
Your Pall Malls, your ash tray
We're checking out to check out what's up a waysOh don't make me no coffee don't you butter my toast
I'll send you a polaroid by overnight post
Well blow me away if thats the best you can do
Just sweep off that dirt that fell off your bootsAnd its an age old tune
You only know where you are when you move
But boy this aint a relationship
so spare me all that gracious shit
go on get lost on up a waysOh just pack on up and I'm heading off up a waysOh just pack on up and I'm heading off up a ways
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