You may call me a rover I have rambled around
But I'll quit my roaming when I get to Nashville town
You may call me a liar or a hard-headed fool
But I'm burning into Memphis on a flop-eared mule
Come a rolling down the mountain, there's a girl of fourteen
She's the sweetest apple blossom, just a hillbilly queen
I'm a coming round the mountain, don't you try to follow me
I'm a gonna be her daddy when I get to Tennessee
Oh they say the stars in Texas surely shine shine shine
But I'd trade them all to taste a drop of mulberry wine
I'm a coming through the desert, if I have to I will crawl
There's a paradise a waiting once I get through Arkansas