Well I'm never goin back, to that country again, If I live for a long, long time, Where my guitar played itself, leanin by the wall, It give me a worried mind Well it's early, in the mornin, Got my Sunday clothes, I been out, The side of the road, Out where the four winds blow When I lived there I was superstitious, I felt like I was bout to die, Knew every day, like I'd lived it before, The Devil was in the corner of my eye Well it's early, in the mornin, Got my Sunday clothes, I been out, The side of the road, Out where the four winds blow Lord that dirt road long.... empty, The fields, dark at night, Ain't nothin for a person to do 'tween dusk, and the break o' daylight Well it's early, in the mornin, Got my Sunday clothes, I been out, The side of the road, Out where the four winds blow.