Packed my bags I'm going away
I don't know where I'm going
Things are tough they awfully rough
But still I'm going

I got no rest I did my best and
Oh I'm so tired
The pay was low the work was slow
And I got fired (dammit)

One day soon I'm gonna make a million
Dollars of my own and I'm comin home
"you better believe it"
When I get this million dollars of my own
Whoa oh-o

I hurt my maw my paw said son
Why you leaving?
Well if I stay within my heart
I'll be grieving "I told him that"
I had to leave my girl behind
She was so hurt inside
And as I left I kissed her on the cheek
Then I wiped her eyes lawd have mercy

"you just let me get my hands on this million"
Dollars of my own
And I'm coming home to you mama
Yes I am
"if I can just uh, find a million huh - huh" dollars of my own
I'm coming on whoa o ohhn
I packed my bags I'm going away
I don't know where I'm going
Things are tough they awfully rough
Yet I'm going "and y'all can't stop me"
I got no rest did my best
And I'm so tired

The pay was low the work was slow
And I got fired oh yes I did
But one day soon I'll make a million
Dollars of my own yeah and I'll be home

"dont worry about that"
"and I just might find a lady friend
With a million, huh"
Dollars of her own
Well, I'll be home

Y'all know oh oh-oh
If I can just find a million
Dollars of my own
I'm coming ho-o-o ho-ome
"and if I get this lady friend that's the main thing, with a million"
Dollars of her own

Well, we got to come home, yeah we will
Woo, yeah we're sure to make a million
Dollars of our own I'm coming on-n-n on home
"ah-ha, I better not "git" my hands on no million, I'm talking about dollars, no way
'cuz, if I do - lookout, I ain't jivin'
I'm gonna be a mean mutha ...
Yeah...