and then I'm leaving, boys
Pick one more, let those guitars ring
I can't tarry here too long
like a swallow on the wing
Oh, this smoky laughing room
just seems to ease my mind
Not to mention a few too many
So I'll pack my guitar up
She's been high as strung
Well, we ain't been getting along
Yeah, I might be better off
But to get home with the dawn
So play one more and then
Pick one more, let those guitars ring
I can't tell you here too long,
She's been high as strung
like a swallow on the wing