I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road The girl I'm loving she's got great long curly hair Well, I'm going to Brownsville, take that right hand road And I ain't gonna stop walking till I get in sweet mama's door And her mama and her papa

Oh you feel that as I take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots When nobody said life was going to be easy And we travel to this emotional roller coaster called life And we have our ups and downs Just keep in mind When you hit rock bottom

To this railroad track But I'll come back to you someday To you, to you, to you someday If you've got visions of the past Let them follow you down And I found myself attached All of these ghost towns I keep traveling through All of these traffic signs

Out in the country, back roads and one horse towns. We saw fiddles play our guitars loud. We talk the talk and walk the walk To the honky tonk stomp. Man, standin' on a band stand, band standin' Bendin' and bangin' them strings. Eye candy shakin' on a

Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out