Oh babe, I hate to leave you here Down in this one horse town Where the train runs through Your early mornin' dreams Just to leave that ol' wailin' sound Oh, but I'm comin' back, I will return Now woman, you wait for me I'm bound to travel the U.S.A. From the desert unto the sea I've got another song about the South You know it's white now and it's black There ain't no banjo on my knee But that song is still on my back It's a long, long way to Hollywood And it's a short, short chance for fame All them slicks people talkin' back home But I'll make it just the same Oh, I'll make it just the same I've got a new song for all them old people Hoverin' down in the Georgia night Lord, I know their wings are heavy now 'Coz they been on a lonesome flight All them poor old depression people, babe You know they took a might heavy load All the children, kinfolks, cousins too Still walkin' down Tobacco Road Well, if you'll tell me about Hank Williams, Lord They're clingin' onto his fame I'm of the same race, I'm from the same place Got the same lonesome blood in my veins It's a long, long way to Hollywood And it's a short, short chance for fame All them slicks people talkin' down home But I'll make it just the same Oh, I'll make it just the same It's a long, long way to Hollywood And it's a short, short chance for fame