Law man watchin' just sittin' in the shade awhile
Says your blues ain't nothin' 'cause you ain't got no money now
The trial's over and it's all been said and done
It's been a tired ride since Highway Sixty-One
Oh, yeah, get it on
It's a long way down to New Orleans
Had to sing those blues with some soul
Had no rolling stone just to put them on the cover
Either hold it down or pack it away
Everybody had to pull their weight on their own, oh, yeah
And after the shows were played and gone, they're alone
Big daddy soul came a long way from anywhere
Was a limited edition and he can't seem to sell it now
Newspaper stories don't pay the rent anyway
And it doesn't make a difference when you got no place to stay
Oh, yeah
Now it's a long way to come from New Orleans
Just to find yourself with some change
No big city producer didn't get you too far
Just cut himself a piece of the cake, oh...
Nobody ever had nothin' come there way on their own
And those times won't ever be replaced when they're gone
Oh-oh-oh...
Get it on, get it on, on, on, on, on