Gotta travel onthe kingston trioi've laid around and played around this old town too longsummer's almost gone, yes winter's coming oni've laid around and played around this old town too longand i feel like i gotta travel on.poppa writes to johnny, but johnny can't come homejohnny can't come home, no johnny can't come homepoppa writes to johnny, but johnny can't come home'cause he's been on the chain gang, too long.high sheriff and police riding after meriding after me, yea coming after mehigh sheriff and police coming after meand i feel like i gotta travel on.want to see my honey, want to see her badwant to see her bad, oh want to see her badwant to see my honey, want to see her badshe's the best girl, this poor boy ever had.(repeat 1st verse)
