I wish I was in the Southland sitting in a chair
With one arm around my old guitar
And the other one around my dear
I`m rolling on (I`m rolling on)
I`m rolling on (I`m rolling on)
I`m rolling on through life just rolling on
Sitting in the moonlight blue as blue can be
Strumming on my old guitar
To give my poor heart ease
Whether I`m in the country whether I`m in the town
My old guitar is near me
Whether I`m up or down
Maybe I will marry if I can find a girl
But I`ll always love my guitar
As much as I love her
