If there’s one more town, I’ll be goin'. Fight for the winnin’and I’ll be there.
If there’s one more song, I’ll be singin'. I’m always goin’but I don’t know
where.
I spent seventeen in West Virginia. Eight more years just for runnin’free.
But the girls back home in their blue gingham dresses only heard one thing from
me.
Went down to New Orleans last summer on a flat boat workin’my way.
There were well-mannered ladies and street that were shady, but for me,
I never could stay.
Sailed up to New York on a schooner, but I won’t be stayin’there long.
There were bright city lights and girls in pink tights but their faces were all
painted on.
Used to listen to the trio on the old Gerard for hours every day when I was 8to14 years old I couldn’t get enough and still can’t what ever happened to Dave Guard ?
So many memories related to this song. I had just graduated from HS in 1962 and bought a Triumph TR3. This song conjured up visions of drifting from town to town like my heroes in Route 66.