Matchbox Blues Lyrics

Well I'm sitting here wondering would a matchbox hold my clothes?
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering would a matchbox hold my clothes?
Well I ain't got so much to carry but I got so far to go.

Well I'm going on the river, walk down by the sea
I'm going on the river mamma, I'm gonna walk down by the sea
Well the tadpoles and minnows all in over me.

Oh Lord, Lord, who may your manager be?
Yeah Lord, Lord, who may your manager be?
Reason I ask so many questions, I wanchta make the acquaintance with me

Well I wouldn't mind marring but I can't stand settling down
I wouldn't mind marring but I can't stand settling down
I'm gonna act like a preacher, ride from town to town

I'm leaving your town babe, crying won't make me stay
Well, I'm leaving town, crying won't make me stay
And the more you cry the further you drive me away

I'm sitting here wondering would a matchbox hold my clothes?
Yeah I'm sitting here wondering would a matchbox hold my clothes?
Well I ain't got so much to carry but I got so far to go.