I woke up this morning with travelin’ on my mind
Goodbye old city, I’ll leave you far behind
Old Savannah, you’ve got no hold on me
I’m bound for Louisiana or maybe Tennessee
I woke up this morning with no tears left to cry
The next time you see me will be the bye and bye
Old Savannah, you’ve got no hold on me
I’m bound for Texarkana or maybe Kentucky
That highways a-callin’, that’s where I want to be
The road ahead can be my bed, as long as I am free
Old Savannah, you’ve got no hold on me
I’m passing through Atlanta going home to Missouri
Using an authentic Jamaican cigar-box, ancient Japanese woodworking tools, aromatic Amazonian teak oil, seasoned English oak and the latest Chinese electronic pick-up electrification technology, he spent months secretly constructing this beauty. A blues guitar has to have a name… slide on in and let me introduce you to “Slack Sally”!
Derived from an English folk song, “The Streets of Laredo” is the definitive traditional cowboy song. They don’t make songs any sadder than this. Especially when combined with my melodic twist and original guitar rift.