Left Chicago in the summer, New York in the fall, Detroit in the winter didn't prove a thing at all I got those roamin' blues Yes I got those roamin' blues Can't find no place to settle Woo I got those roamin' blues Joined a club in old Saint Louis, that G.I. free loot club Stood in line so long man, wore my legs down to a nub I hit the road again Yes I hit the road again Can't find no place to settle So I hit the road again I thought I'd made it Jack in good old Albuquerq' I was on the wrong track, you know they tried to make me work - ain't that a killer? I hit the road right quick Yes that judge was much too slick Can't find no place to settle Woo I hit the road right quick Then Las Vegas was the next stop, that fast town left me weak The dice man made twelve passes and I was up the well-known creek Those gamblers put me down Yes I had to walk right out of town Mm-mm, that ain't no place to settle Mmm, I had to walk right out of town Ah but I hit the greatest town of all, Frantic Frisco Got me a gal with plenty gold and she just won't let me go I think I've found a place Yes I got my boots all laced Found me a home, don't have to roam, it's good news, I've lost those roamin' blues
Compositores: Louie Thomas Jordan (Jordan Louis), Jeff Dane, Ben Lorre ECAD: Obra #6580723