Hey, mister, got a road map?   I'm kinda lost   Gotta get to Georgia tonight   Don't care what it costs   Been down in Denver jail for four long years   And I'm so homesick I could die      Got a sweet woman back home   Waitin there for me   Least in all her letters, Lord   She said she'd be   Waitin there with open arms   Born new life for me   And I'm so homesick I could die      Shot a man in Denver   Over some money owed   So she told me   That I had to go   But I paid my time   And a new life is gonna be mine      And a new life is gonna be mine