I was born with a guitar by my cradle My momma, she sewed my new blue jeans And daddy hit me but I hit back And that made me the hoodlum you are now looking at I never bothered much to go to school Never bothered much to teachers listen But still take my word, I am not a fool 'Cause I'm a traveling musician It may be Heaven, Hell or Houston Where I'm going tonight, I don't know It may be Heaven, Hell or Houston But I promise you to put up a good show Many girls I have loved But many girls have not loved me I'm a lonely rider long way from home My promised land I am yet to see The Devil, he offered me whiskey And Jesus, he offered me hope But ZZ Top played some funky blues That made me all my troubles lose It may be Heaven, Hell or Houston Where I'm going tonight, I don't know It may be Heaven, Hell or Houston But I promise you to put up a good show Yes, I promise you to put up a good show