Tom: Em
Em Am Em
I've been up the Mississippi to the Manitoba line
Am Em
I've been downstream to the Gulf of Mexico
Am
Followed the sun out west to Californ
B7 Em
And there just ain't no place for me left to go
Em Am Em
Spent a lonesome month in Maine, and a year in Louisian
Am Em
Packed my bags and hit the westward trail
Am
Rambled down through Texas till I came to El Paso
B7 Em
Spent a week in a stinkin' Juarez jail
Em Am Em
I rambled through Nevada, gamblin' most of my life away
Am Em
I headed north when I heard Dakota call
Am
I stayed until the Northern came rollin' down the line
B7 Em
Headed south when summer turned to fall
Em Am Em
I've been north and east and south where the cotton grows
Am Em
Out in the west where the sun forever shines
Am
I'v bent my back for a dollar a day in a Texas sugar field
B7 Em
Labored in a Minnesota mine
Em Am Em
I've seen your hungry babies scream, I watched their mamas cry
Am Em
Seen a worn-out prostitute beg for a dime
Am
I'v seen men come out of gutters, ready to give their lives away
B7 Em
For a slug at a lousy bottle of rot gut wine
Em Am Em
I've been up the Mississippi to the Manitoba line
Am Em
I've been downstream to the Gulf of Mexico
Am
Followed the sun out west to Californ
B7 Em
And there just ain't no place for me left to go
B7 Em
And there just ain't no place for me left to go
