I'm going away i'm going away the cradle wants a baby kitchen wants a pan the heart wants a certain kind of lover if it can ocean wants a sailor gun wants a hand money wants a spender and the road wants a man i turned my face to the highway and i turned my back on you devil wants a sinner sky wants a bird table wants the dinner lips want a word glass wants the wine fist wants to hurt clock wants the time and the shovel wants to work i turned my face to the highway and i turned my back on you i'm going away i'm going away coal wants a miner soldier takes a stand the walls of the prison want a solitary man the window wants a curtain the plow wants the land diamond ring wants to fit upon the finger of her hand i turned my face to the highway and i turned my back on you i'm going away i'm going away i'm going away
