Gonna Walk

Don't really know
How much longer I can stick around
Cause my bags are collecting dust
And my ceiling's coming down
Kissed the gutter on Bourbon Street
Louisiana give me New Orleans

It's time to change the locks, oh baby
On my back door
Well, I'm East Coast bound, I'm stuck in
Chinatown for the night

I'm gonna walk, run
Whatever it takes, I'm leaving
I'm gonna walk, run
Whatever it takes, I'm gone

Trucks loaded up and ready to go
The stagecoach is leaving town
My snakeskin boots and tough enough
For that dusty Texas ground
San Antonio get ready for me
The Houston honeys are a luxury