Law man watchin' just sittin' in the shade awhile Says your blues ain't nothin' 'cause you ain't got no money now The trial's over and it's all been said and done It's been a tired ride since Highway Sixty-One Oh, yeah, get it on It's a long way down to New Orleans Had to sing those blues with some soul Had no rolling stone just to put them on the cover Either hold it down or pack it away Everybody had to pull their weight on their own, oh, yeah And after the shows were played and gone, they're alone Big daddy soul came a long way from anywhere Was a limited edition and he can't seem to sell it now Newspaper stories don't pay the rent anyway And it doesn't make a difference when you got no place to stay Oh, yeah Now it's a long way to come from New Orleans Just to find yourself with some change No big city producer didn't get you too far Just cut himself a piece of the cake, oh... Nobody ever had nothin' come there way on their own And those times won't ever be replaced when they're gone Oh-oh-oh... Get it on, get it on, on, on, on, on