well i m never goin back to that country again if i live for a long long time where my guitar played itself leanin by the wall it give me a worried mind well it s early in the mornin got my sunday clothes i been out the side of the road out where the four winds blow when i lived there i was superstitious i felt like i was bout to die knew every day like i d lived it before the devil was in the corner of my eye well it s early in the mornin got my sunday clothes i been out the side of the road out where the four winds blow  lord that dirt road long empty the fields dark at night ain t nothin for a person to do tween dusk and the break o daylight well it s early in the mornin got my sunday clothes i been out the side of the road out where the four winds blow