Long Time Gone
Dickey Betts Lyrics


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Out on the lonesome highway
Suitcase and an old guitar
Just outside Oklahoma City
Place called Johnny's Roadside Bar

Having fun, son of a gun
I ain't fit to be tied
I'm on my way back to Georgia
Won't you give me a ride

Sometimes it at easy
When you don't have much to spare
Traveling light, Lord, counting on my fifth
But the little bit hear and there

She's got the prettiest big brown eyes
When she's satisfied
But I'm on way back to Georgia, boys
Won't you give me a ride

I'm a long time gone
On my way back home, Lord
Long time gone, gone

I'm a long time gone
On my way back home, Lord
Long time gone, gone

I'm a long time gone




On my way back home, Lord
Long time gone, gone

Overall Meaning

The song Long Time Gone by Dickey Betts tells the story of a lone traveler on the road, making his way back home to Georgia from Oklahoma. The traveler is carrying only a suitcase and an old guitar, traveling light and living off of little bits here and there. He stops at a roadside bar called Johnny's, where he is having a good time and feeling free, with no strings tying him down.


The traveler is also preoccupied with thoughts of a woman with big brown eyes, whom he seems to have left behind. He describes her as having the prettiest big brown eyes, especially when she's satisfied. Despite his attraction to her, he is determined to make his way back to Georgia and seeks a ride to get there.


The lyrics in this song are simple yet powerful, conveying a sense of wanderlust, freedom, and longing. The traveler wishes to return to his roots, but not without indulging in the pleasures and adventures that come with life on the road. Dickey Betts's smooth guitar playing and soulful voice adds to the song's catchy, upbeat melody.


Line by Line Meaning

Out on the lonesome highway
Traveling on a lonely road


Suitcase and an old guitar
Carrying only a guitar and luggage


Just outside Oklahoma City
Near the city of Oklahoma


Place called Johnny's Roadside Bar
Stopping at a bar named Johnny's Roadside


Having fun, son of a gun
Enjoying himself and feeling carefree


I ain't fit to be tied
Feeling free and unrestrained


I'm on my way back to Georgia
Going back to his home state of Georgia


Won't you give me a ride
Asking for help with transportation


Sometimes it at easy
Life can be simple sometimes


When you don't have much to spare
When you have little material possessions


Traveling light, Lord, counting on my fifth
Carrying only the necessities and relying on his faith


But the little bit hear and there
Scrounging and living off small amounts


She's got the prettiest big brown eyes
Referring to a woman with beautiful eyes


When she's satisfied
When she's happy


But I'm on way back to Georgia, boys
Still focused on returning home


Won't you give me a ride
Still asking for help with transportation


I'm a long time gone
Been away for a long time


On my way back home, Lord
Returning back to his home


Long time gone, gone
It's been a while since he's been back




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: FORREST RICHARD BETTS

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