New Orleans William Clark Green

[Verse 1]
I'm goin' crazy mama, well I'm comin' home
Let your voice ring in my ears through the telephone
I'm eager like a tope ready to unwind
This truck has seen the mile but your smile is where I'm bound

[Chorus]
And I'm bound for the border
Bound for New Orleans
Lord, I've only got a quarter
For gasoline

[Verse 2]
I got a half a tank of gas
And now I'm burnin' oil
And I'd rather be from rags
'Cause the riches is too damn spoiled
And I've got a friend in Ft. Worth
[?]
Then I'll fill up with gas
And I'm spinnin' my
Spinnin' my wheels

[Chorus]
And I'm bound for the border
Bound for New Orleans
But I've only got a quarter
For gasoline