From the album Old Freight

Lyrics

this place ain’t home
for me anymore
I’m hitting the road with a fistful of cash
and a pistol good lord
all you rounders
know what I mean
shooting your whiskey
and counting your beans
when you got no place to go
the only place to go is down

forgive me honey for my ways
I done you wrong
well yeah I made good run
but now my luck’s all gone
you see i got a girl in St Louie
one in St Paul
one in St Petersburg
and one in St John
when you got no place to go
the only place to go is down

hey there reaper don’t you know
this ain’t my time right now
not sure how you got me here
but I better get out somehow
the past is dim
and the future is black
I got one foot in the grave
and it’s coming on fast
when you got no place to go
the only place to go is down

I woke up in the morning half past ten
laying on a concrete floor
found myself in a station waiting for a train
where too I ain’t sure
but I got angels to the left of me
and demons to the right
can hear the pullman coming
on down the line
when you got no place to go
the only place to go is down