Tim Rogers - Up-A-Ways lyrics

You know that I get told so many times Boy you gotta grow you some roots The wondering dues sounds oh so good in a tune But you need some place to wipe off all the mud off your boots C'mon and grab your hat Your suitcase and cash Pack up your dacks, your hat You're leaving today We're checking out to check out what's up a ways Well you look past me with those sleepy eyes Well girl I gotta leave before the sun catches me As if your wondering ways don't suit me spending my days I'm thanking god you aint around as I'm painting my nails Come lay down your hat Your suitcase and your stash Just make damn sure you aint around When those milk bottles hit the ground Go on get lost there up a ways Well she sure was pretty and she sure did kiss good I almost saw her face cellotaped to my suitcase I'm car sick I'm punch drunk and I don't like to fly But there's always something far off that catches my eye And its an age old tune I only know where I am when I move So pack up your smalls Your Pall Malls, your ash tray We're checking out to check out what's up a ways Oh don't make me no coffee don't you bu*ter my toast I'll send you a polaroid by overnight post Well blow me away if thats the best you can do Just sweep off that dirt that fell off your boots And its an age old tune You only know where you are when you move But boy this aint a relationship so spare me all that gracious sh** go on get lost on up a ways Oh just pack on up and I'm heading off up a ways Oh just pack on up and I'm heading off up a ways