I won't be around this old town anymore
For a long long time
Gonna hit the road and start looking
For the end of that long white line
Tell 'em I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line
I woke up my baby was gone
Without her I don't need no home
Gonna hit the road and start looking for
The end of that long white line
Tell 'em I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line

Went to the bank to get my dough I don't care where I go
Gonna' push this rig 'til I push that girl out of my mind
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line

New York City, Old St. Joe, Albuquerque New Mexico
This old rig is humming and rolling, she's doing fine
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line

New York City, Old St. Joe, Albuquerque New Mexico
This old rig is humming and rolling, it's doing fine
If somebody wants to know what's become of this so and so
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line

I won't be around this old town anymore for a long long time
Gonna hit the road and start looking for
The end of that long white line
Tell em' I'm somewhere looking for
The end of that long white line

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): John Sturgill Simpson