One, two

One, two

Well, I'm going to Florida, I'm going to Maine

No matter where I roam, everything's the same

I can sketch out a plan, I can change my name

No matter where I roam, everything's the same

I've been a lock pick, I've been a thief

I'll lie to your face and make you believe

I'll tear through town like a hurricane

No matter where I roam, everything's the same

I killed a rounder, I killed a priest

I stole the gold right out of their teeth

I sold my soul for fortune and fame

No matter where I roam, everything's the same

Well, I'll drink your whiskey, I'll drink your beer

By this time tomorrow, I'll be anywhere but here

I'll burn down your orchard and dance in the flame

No matter where I roam, everything's the same

It's always goodbye, it's always farewell

The day I slow down would be a cold day in hell

And I'm on the run, it's a crying shame

No matter where I roam, everything's the same

Well, I'm on the run, it's a crying shame

No matter where I roam, everything's the same