I've been travelin' down this old lonesome road
I've been travlin' down this road
Got a hot motor and I'm carrying a load
And I ain't gonna be treated this way.

Payola, you done drug me from my home
You know how to make a young heart bleed
Payola, well you're the devil indeed
And I ain't . . .

These wide rankers they don't hit me like they should
These wide ranker do so good
But they just messin' in the neighborhood
And I ain't . . .

Elijah, won't you ease my worried mind
Elijah, they done burryin' me
Won't you dial into your frequency
Cos I ain't . . .

I'm gonna work these travelin' fingers all night long
I'm gonna bang this lonesome moan
Say, brother won't you carry me home
Cos I ain't . . .

Old Satan been draggin' me around
St. Peter, now please tell Satan
You can't take ole Davie down
Cos I ain't . . .

I'm movin' on up to where the water tastes just like wine
When the water tastes like it should
Everything gonna be so good
And I ain't . . .

Oh, lord, no I ain't gonna be . . .