Lyrics:

Seven-thirty-seven coming out of the sky
Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride
I want to move
Playing in a travelling band
Yeah!

Well, I'm flying 'cross the land, trying to get a hand
Playing in a travelling band
Take me to the hotel, baggage gone -- oh, well
Come on, come on, won't you get me to my room
I want to move
Playing in a travelling band
Yeah!

Well, I'm flying 'cross the land, trying to get a hand
Playing in a travelling band
Listen to the radio talking 'bout the last show
Someone got excited, had to call the state militia
Want to move
Playing in a travelling band
Yeah!
Well, I'm flying 'cross the land, trying to get a hand
Playing in a travelling band

Here we come again on a Saturday night
With your fussing and your fighting won't you get me to the rhyme
I want to move Playing in a travelling band
Yeah!
Well, I'm flying 'cross the land, trying to get a hand
Playing in a travelling band