Down on Me
Words and music © Bill Dobbins
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I’ve always been a roamer.
I’ve been a little wild.
My Mama told my Papa she didn’t want his child.
And she was down, down, down, down on me.
Til things got bad I was doing fine,
I’ve got to move on down the line.
Chorus:
This road gonna take me anywhere I wanna be.
This road gonna take me any place I wanna be.
Better let it take me home.
Busted flat in Houston, couldn’t make my bail.
Spent a lonesome Christmas in the Houston jail.
And they were down, down, down, down on me.
CHORUS
Met a girl in Denver, I gave her my own name.
I found her with another man, things never seemed the same.
And they were down, down, down, down on me.
Til things got bad I was doing
fine,
I’ve got to move on down the line.
CHORUS
I found a bar in L.A. and had a drink or three.
The sun shines here on everyone it never shines on me.
It don’t shine down, down, down, down on me.
Til things got bad I was doing fine,
I’ve got to move on down the line.