Flying into Denver with Alabama on my mind
I left a little girl back there last time
Funny how the people you thought you might have known
Always seem to leave you on your own
Flying into Denver with Suzanna on my mind
Driving into Fresno with Pontius on my trail
They say he'd like to throw me back in jail
Funny how the people you already owed
Always give you one more for the road
Driving into Fresno with my conscience on my trail
I roll, roll along
Roll, roll along
To bluer skies
Greener fields
Anything new's got sex appeal
I roll, roll along
I'm not right or wrong
Walking into Frisco with no sweater on my frame
Returning back it seems the way I came
Funny how the people you thought you left behind
Show up in the new folks that you find
Walking into Frisco with no picture in my frame
I roll, roll along
Roll, roll along
Bluer skies
Greener fields
Anything new's got sex appeal
I roll, roll along
I'm not right
I roll, roll along
Roll, roll along
I'm not right or wrong
Flying into Denver with Alabama on my mind
