Oh Abilene
I believe we have tried about hard as we can anymore.
And I have worked all my days
To claw and to scrape
With nothing to show for it.
I know it's not an answer
But I swear we still got a chance
Yes we are both gamblers
And if we don't then nobody can.
Oh the magazine in my gun
It holds the last one of the bullets you gave me
We stayed for the thrill of the hunt
But now I bound to run
And I don't need no saving.
I know it's not an answer
But I swear we still got a chance
Yes we are both gamblers
And if we don't then nobody can.
It's been a long, long, ride---
To Mississippi
It's been a long, long, ride---
Straight outta hell.
I know it's not an answer
But I swear we still got a chance
Yes we are both gamblers
And if we don't then nobody can.
It's been a long, long, ride---
To Mississippi
It's been a long, long, ride---
Straight outta hell.
Well if the riverbeds are running dry
Then I will walk across the stones through the city
We been kicked down so many times
That nothin' ever cuts deep enough to bleed.
You can keep California
You take sweet Tennessee
We'll keep rambling forever
You and me.
Oh Abilene
I believe we have tried about hard as we can.