I'll pack my suitcase You get the door I've got this greyhound bus And you don't got me anymore I'm a little bit crazy But I've got this band And we can play our music around the world And I don't need you to hold my hand.
We've got a gig in Frisco Bay Though the Golden Gate is red I bought a good luck charm in ChinaTown And its hanging right above my bed I spent a little time trading lines With the cats in New Orleans And those Cajuns dance and play the blues And sure know what trouble means.
(chorus) Don't look at me that way Got to head on down this road Take your broken heart back home I don't know where I'm gonna go But that don't mean I should stay I'll keep these boots a-walkin' til I reach my grave I gotta take it slow This heart just needs some time to grow.
Sleepin' on a subway Riding on a train Drivin up a northbound turnpike Walking in the pouring rain Catchin me a taxicab A hoppin' on a plane Lord it makes no difference how it goes Just as long as I'm on my way.
I've done packed my suitcase Why don't you open up the door I've got this greyhound bus And you don't got me anymore You could make this easy You could make this harder I've got songs to sing and dreams to make And boy that's just the way things are.