Original
Billy Strings
Jarrod Walker, William Apostol
Jarrod Walker, William Apostol

Lyrics

I'm goin' to Florida I'm goin' to Maine No matter where I roam, everything's the same I can sketch out a plan Change my name No matter where I roam, everything's the same I've been a lock-pick I've been a thief I'll lie to your face and make you believe I'll tear through town like a hurricane No matter where I roam, everything's the same I killed a rounder I killed a priest I stole the gold right out of their teeth I've sold my soul for fortune and fame No matter where I roam, everything's the same I'll drink your whiskey I'll drink your beer By this time tomorrow, I'll be anywhere but here Burn down your orchard and dance in the flame No matter where I roam, everything's the same It's always "goodbye" It's always "farewell" The day I slow down be a cold day in hell I'm on the run; it's a crying shame No matter where I roam, everything's the same Well, I'm on the run; it's a crying shame No matter where I roam, everything's the same