TRAVELIN' MOOD ～CHICKEN REEL～

Fellin' kind of sad and lonely, I lost my sweet one and only gonna find my baby, I don't mean no maybe. Gonna find her. Gonna find baby. Gonna bring her home with me. She said that she would never leave me. Now she's gonna where to grieve me, I was fast asleeping when she's come a midnight creepin'. Gonna find her, gonna find my baby, gonna bring her home with me. My bags are packed for the travel. Gonna cover many miles of gravel. Gonna find my baby, 'cause she's the finest lady, Gonna find her, gonna find my baby, gonna bring her home with me. Going down to Taxas, going to Georgia, Oklahoma, Mississippi, Florida, Cony, Alabama, going to Lousiana, Tennesee. I'm gonna fine my baby, gonna bring her home with me, gonna find my baby, gonna bring her home with me. She heard the sky was fallin' I'm gonna find my baby, gonna bring her home with me.