I wish I was in the Southland sitting in a chair
With one arm around my old guitar
And the other one around my dear
I'm rolling on (I'm rolling on)
I'm rolling on (I'm rolling on)
I'm rolling on through life just rolling on
Sitting in the moonlight blue as blue can be
Strumming on my old guitar
To give my poor heart ease
Whether I'm in the country whether I'm in the town
My old guitar is near me
Whether I'm up or down