I've been to the north and south and I've been in between
I've been to Chicago and I've been to New Orleans
My feet are getting itchy and I really have to go
I know you wanted me to stay, because you love me so
I've packed my bags and I'll be on my way
(Oooh aaah oooh)
Don't you worry babe
It'll be OK
The foreman was a nasty guy, who treated me so fierce
So, I smacked him on the jaw and then I downed some beers
The road is calling to my heart, I really have to leave
You may think I'm heartless, but it's not what I believe
I've packed my bags and I'll be on my way
(Oooh aaah oooh)
Don't you worry babe
It'll be OK
You know I love you dearly and I would stay if I could
But something deep inside me says it doesn't think I should
So, in the morning I'll be up to catch the early train
I promise that I'll write, because I'll not be back again
I've packed my bags and I'll be on my way
(Oooh aaah oooh)
Don't you worry babe
It'll be OK
It'll be OK...etc