One day, I'm gonna catch a train to Denver
One day, I'm gonna walk through the Mississippi River
One day, I'm gonna pack up my truck
With a bunch of 1920s zombie guns
And rob every single bank in the USA

One day I'm gonna sail up to the Arctic
One day I'm gonna climb up a big great mountain
One day I'm gonna load up this van
Fill it with all the friends that I can
And take on the open road day by day

Hey mama, got a life to live, got things to do, got things to give
My old feet will walk, this old tongue will talk, these old ears will hear both
The birds and the bugs and
Hey mama, I'll never be the same
With a forge of souls and what they traded
Hey mama, gonna walk up to Alaska

One day I'm gonna be the next Ollie
One day I'm gonna finally fight for something
One day I'm gonna steal my very own plane
And crash it right through heaven's gates
Box great god like I even stand a chance

Hey mama, got a life to live, got things to do, got things to give
My old feet will walk, this old tongue will talk, this old heart has felt from fear to love
Hey mama I'll never be the same
I'm gonna forge this soul to the northbound train
Hey mama gonna walk up to Alaska
Hey mama gonna walk up to Alaska
Hey mama gonna walk up to Alaska
Hey mama gonna walk up to Alaska