Six Ways from Sunday

Six different ways from Sunday It's been seven different kinds of hell I've been in eight different states in the last nine days Maybe Tennessee will suit me well I'm still on paper up in Essex County They threw the book at me when I was there Now I curse that mean old river Never going back across the Delaware I know a pretty girl down in Georgia So I'm going down south and feeling free Gonna drive right through the night and catch the morning Cause I finally figured out where it is that I need to be I need to be somewhere in a good song Running my fingers up and down the strings Somewhere out there singing from my heart strong I need to be true to myself and true to the melody Just the other day it occurred to me I might be missing her more than I thought Half the reasons she was giving, the way that I was living Should have known that I was gonna get caught I made one bad decision on a two timing lover I was three sheets gone to the wind Now I'm forever in a fix about a five dollar bill Got me six ways screwed up again Might run off to California Hell, I might wind up on the silver screen Man I'm just ramblin' I don't mean to bore ya But I finally figured out where it is that I need to be I need to be somewhere in a good song Running my fingers up and down the strings Somewhere out there singing from my heart strong I need to be true to myself and true to the melody Maybe there might could be a slim chance It all works out and I get away clean Ain't even gonna stick around for the last dance Cause I finally figured out where it is that I need to be I need to be somewhere in a good song Running my fingers up and down the strings Somewhere out there singing from my heart strong I need to be true to myself and true to the melody