Drifting Along

Goin' back to Georgia
Goin' back to Tennessee
My lips around that French harp
And my guitar on my knee

I'm drifting along (Oh, child)
Just drifting along (Yeah)
I'm drifting along, my good woman
But I won't be drifting long

Leonard's gonna marry
Some day he'll settle down
But he'd rather have that guitar
Where it can easily be found

He's drifting along
Just drifting along
He's drifting along, good woman
But he won't be drifting long, yeah

Loretta plays the French harp
Likes to play the drum
But he'd rather play his fiddle
When he's always on the bum

He's drifting along
He's drifting along
He's drifting along, good woman
But he won't be drifting long

Let's hear it from you, boy