Out on the lonesome highway   Suitcase and an old guitar   Just outside Oklahoma City   Place called Johnny's Roadside Bar      Having fun, son of a gun   I ain't fit to be tied   I'm on my way back to Georgia   Won't you give me a ride      Sometimes it at easy   When you don't have much to spare   Traveling light, Lord, counting on my fifth   But the little bit hear and there      She's got the prettiest big brown eyes   When she's satisfied   But I'm on way back to Georgia, boys   Won't you give me a ride      I'm a long time gone   On my way back home, Lord   Long time gone, gone      I'm a long time gone   On my way back home, Lord   Long time gone, gone      I'm a long time gone   On my way back home, Lord   Long time gone, gone