Elizabeth Mitchell - Down in the Valley lyrics

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