Atkin-James
A belt with a bull's head for a buckle
High boots that satisfy the western code
A signet ring the size of Samson's knuckle
And I'm gettin' ready for the road
I'm gettin' ready, I'll soon be good an' ready
Yes I'm gettin' ready for the road
I'm gettin' ready, yes I'll soon be good an' ready
For the road
Blue Jeans that clutch me tighter than a pipe wrench
Two guns it took a fork-lift truck to load
I feel like I'm standin' in a slip-trench
But I'm gettin' ready for the road
For the road is the home of a troubadour
And a troubadour is what I am
And I travel the trail of a troubadour
From the Empire Pool to Birmingham
But my heart belongs to Tulsa and to Tucson
For me the Alamo is à la mode
And just as soon as my 'orse can get its shoes on
I'll be ready for the road
I'm gettin' ready, I'll soon be good an' ready
Yes I'm gettin' ready for the road
I'm gettin' ready, yes I'll soon be good an' ready
For the road
I'm gettin' ready, yes I'll soon be good an' ready
For the road