Take me on the trip, man I'll never get sick Take me wherever you go And I won't complain along the way Well I've been waiting so long To say bye bye! bye! This town ain't give me nothing but Bald head and trouble Well if it can't be better If it can't be tried Doesn't matter much boy And I will dry my eyes I could be your boyfriend Or I could be your shame Till I see your eyes and They're filled with pain I came from the delta down to the bay Well I came round from the delta right through plain Right through the plains I came from the delta Down to the plains When I got back home There was nothing I'd arranged The woman that I love had Took another man Well nothing ever ends up Quite like what you planned Take me to the central station And I'll jump on board of that bus the long way Time to take my trip Give me that ticket man Straight to Pensacola