The whole world's topsy turvy You feel like you're upside down Everyday it's a push and a shove People tryin' to get around Working hard, tryin' to make some bread Kinda get it 'fore it gets away It's too bad our old man must work to get along But living knowing needs a pay The city is a place in which dirty dreams It's chance to give your ideas, life Man, gets along in Folsom country green He just likes some peace and quiet Peace and quiet, peace and quiet So, I've to be up and leaving this town And set headed down an open road With all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat Thinking 'bout where you're going Maybe New Orleans, maybe Mexico Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of here Don't you know, yeah, babe, I got to head on down If only you could pack up everything you love And everyone who'd ever been your friend Keeping close to you the things that make you strong Got to carry them with you around the bend The fear to move and meet the new can keep you in line To go you know that something stays behind Separate the good and bad and take along the kind To the place you'd like to be and right down the line, line Oh, I've to be up and leaving this town And set headed down an open road With all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat Thinking 'bout where you're going Maybe New Orleans, maybe Mexico Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of here Don't you know, yeah, babe I've to be up and leaving this town And set headed down an open road With all that you own kinda thrown on the back seat Thinking 'bout where you're going Maybe New Orleans, maybe Mexico Yeah, got to go, yeah, I'm, I'm, I've got to get out of here Don't you know, yeah, babe, I got to head on down Head on down Stop off down in Austin, Texas See some friends of mine, yeah, yeah Down near the border, down near the border Down near the border, down near the border