One of these days, boynGonna see my babynGonna see my babynComing down the roadnShe'll have my pardonnPardon in her apron, oh, LordnGonna see the governornWho said release my mannnShe's coming down the road, boynShe's coming down the roadnRed dress on, yeahnShe's got her red dress onnShe's coming down the road, boynShe's coming down the roadnHer bags down lownShe's got her bags down lownnOne of these days, boynGonna see my womannShe'll have my childrennChildren on her kneenI'll run up to my womannAnd hold her in my armsnTears in her eyesnShe says I'm glad you're free