Harry Belafonte - Gotta Travel On Lyrics
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Gotta Travel On
Gotta Travel On Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Gotta Travel On By Harry Belafonte?
I've laid around and played around this old town too long
Summer's almost gone yes winter's comin' on I've laid around and played around this old town too long And I feel like I gotta travel on Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home Johnny can't come home no Johnny can't come home Poppa writes to Johnny but Johnny can't come home 'Cause he's been on the chain gang too long I've laid around and played around this old town too long Summer's almost gone yes winter's comin' on I've laid around and played around this old town too long And I feel like I gotta travel on High sheriff and police riding after me Riding after me yes coming after me High sheriff and police coming after me And I fee like I gotta travel on I've laid around and played around this old town too long Summer's almost gone yes winter's comin' on I've laid around and played around this old town too long And I feel like I gotta travel on Want to see my honey want to see her bad Want to see her bad oh want to see her bad Want to see my honey want to see her bad She's the best girl this poor boy ever had I've laid around and played around this old town too long Summer's almost gone yes winter's comin' on I've laid around and played around this old town too long And I feel like I gotta travel on |
Who Wrote Gotta Travel On By Harry Belafonte?
Paul Clayton, Larry Ehrlich, David Lazar, Tom Six
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What's The Duration Of The Gotta Travel On By Harry Belafonte?The duration of Gotta Travel On is 4:26 minutes and seconds. |
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