Ah to be up and leaving this town Heading down an open road To New Orleans, maybe Mexico The whole world topsy turvy, you feel like you're upside down Everyday it's a push and a shove, ah, people trying to get around Working hard, breaking even's good; to live you know you need to pay Yea, I'm half way gone; I feel I got to stay But I don't like living trapped this way Get away, get away yea Chorus: Ah to be up and leaving this town, heading down an open road With all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat Thinking 'bout where you're going, to New Orleans, maybe Mexico If only you could pack up everything you love And everyone who'd even been your friend Keeping close to you the things that make you strong And carry them with you around the bend The fear to move and meet the new can keep you in line To go you know that something stays behind Separate the good and bad, 'cause you know the kind The world is pa**ing you by, but right down the line, down the line Chorus Whoa, to New Orleans, maybe Mexico I gotta get out of here, don't you know, yea baby Gotta head on down the line, down the line, down the line