Don't you cry for me, mama, 'cause I can't stay
I'm a circuit rider
I'm on my way I got to roll down the lonesome highway
The bird's got a nest, and the fox got a hole, but the circuit rider just got to roll
And I got to roll
With a beat up bible and a bottle of wine, I'm traveling light and testifying
I got to roll down the lonesome highway
I got a slow ass mule and cold blue steel
I got the sword of the spirit and a soul like a wheel
I got to roll. Don't you worry about me mama;
I'll be back in town, 'cause the C.C. rider got to spread the word around
And I got to roll
With my slow ass mule and my cold blue steel,
with my sword of the spirit and my soul like a wheel, I got to roll