Oh Abilene I believe we have tried about hard as we can anymore. And I have worked all my days To claw and to scrape With nothing to show for it. I know it's not an answer But I swear we still got a chance Yes we are both gamblers And if we don't then nobody can. Oh the magazine in my gun It holds the last one of the bullets you gave me We stayed for the thrill of the hunt But now I bound to run And I don't need no saving. I know it's not an answer But I swear we still got a chance Yes we are both gamblers And if we don't then nobody can. It's been a long, long, ride--- To Mississippi It's been a long, long, ride--- Straight outta hell. I know it's not an answer But I swear we still got a chance Yes we are both gamblers And if we don't then nobody can. It's been a long, long, ride--- To Mississippi It's been a long, long, ride--- Straight outta hell. Well if the riverbeds are running dry Then I will walk across the stones through the city We been kicked down so many times That nothin' ever cuts deep enough to bleed. You can keep California You take sweet Tennessee We'll keep rambling forever You and me. Oh Abilene I believe we have tried about hard as we can.