Mama stood crying at the back door
Papa's lacing on his leaving shoes
Little Joe's blowing on the horn outdoors
I've seen enough, I can't take no more
And I'm leaving

Might go to Philadelphia, PA
Might wind up in Boston, I just can't say
Got my axe in one hand
Got my Greyhound ticket in the other hand
And I'm leaving

I tell you I'm leaving
Gonna play my blues
Yes I'm leaving
Got nothing to lose
Well, I'm dying to get the hell out of here
Right away

Mama stood crying at the back door
Papa's lacing on his leaving shoes
Little Joe's blowing on the horn outdoors
I've seen enough, I can't take no more
And I'm leaving

I said I'm leaving
Gonna play my guitar
I'm leaving
Don't care if I'm a big star
I'm leaving this old ghetto
Right away, right away