Goin' Down

I’m going down walking
with my hands in my pockets
down to New Orleans
where all streets have a name
there are the longest trains
i have ever seen
when i will be alone
I will call you on the phone
I will give you some money
And you will send me my horse
he knows the easy way
to take me out of the border
I’m tired of not finding
What i’m looking for
I have a head that weighs
more than a guns' crate
I have no legs to climb into the saddle
i think i’m lost
Lord have mercy
Give me the strength to keep walking
Lord have mercy
Give me the strength to keep riding
until I finally find
the right way to forget