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

But 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

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

Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh Oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh (Continue in background)

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 the crowd and you came out

Just like the sun and the moon and the stars at 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-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