When I go, when I go my way
When I go, when I go my way
Seems my feet never touch the ground
It's either dust or disappointment where I'm found
When I go, when I go my way
When I go, when I go my way
Seems my feet never touch the ground
It's either dust or disappointment where I'm found
Well I've crossed the Mississip
I've crossed the Arkansas
I've crossed the Hocking low
I've crossed that peaceful Kaw
Nothing changed, nothing changes ever
Nothings gone, everything lingers
A buckeye in your pocket, her old charm
The glitter from a past life on your arm