Desdemona, where do I begin?Who among us here is without sin?I'm just a lonesome drifter on the only highwayLean on me, brother, 'cause I understandYou got that nine-pound hammer, swinging in your handI'm just a lonesome drifter on the only highwayI'm just a lonesome drifter on the only highwayEverybody's working in them cotton fieldsJust a little bit different than they used to feel, yeahEverybody's waiting on that rising sun toDrop down, turn red, and be doneBaby, you're not the only oneFeeling it rising, rising on youBaby, you're not the only oneFeeling it risingSteady rising up, rising on you(Let me take this one right here)Lonesome drifter on the only highwayI'm just a lonesome drifter on the only highwayLonesome drifter on the only highwayI'm just a lonesome drifter on the only highway
