I'm by myself and not too long started many fine women have told me so there's a window pointing and we must be parted I've been a short time on a long time troubled road but I'll keep on jiving my head's thrown back high I don't need no map scale I can follow my eyes but if someone asks you tell them I feel fine over these valleys and hills my voice will fly some people say I'm a long-tail rouser but ever on my face will your eyes play other people say I'm a dust hill drifter and if the rains fall lonesome baby that's okay I'm going back to the sky kissed mountain with my collar up up up up to stop the driving rain I'm gonna drink from the crystal fountain and I just may catch onto the west bound train I'm by myself and not too long started down trouble's road Lord I have come to the silver waters I'll be returning to run my race with the blazing sun