Had me a woman down in tennessee   Boy she used to love me   Free fever got me and I had to go   I never seen that woman no more   New york city is a place I been   I was there one time with a travellin' band   Young girl there wanted me to stay   I think she wanted me to pay   Roll it out, roll it in   Here we go down the road again   Drifters life is a drifters wife   Don't say I didn't tell you so   Travellin' man now he don't know   Only what he hears on the radio   Politics and money don't bother him   Only good lookin' women and a bottle of gin   Portland, oregon, to the mexican line   Boy let me tell you the women are fine   If you don't hang around there very long   They'll never ever know you're gone