I was born in the southland
twenty some odd years ago
i ran away for the first time
when i was four years old.
I'm a free-born man
my home is on my back
i know every inch of highway
every foot of back road every mile of railroad track
I got a gal in cincinnati
got a women in san antone
i always love the girl next door
but anyplace is home.
I got me a worn out guitar
i carry an old tote sack
i hocked it about two hundred times
but i always get one back
Well you may not like my appearance
you may not like my song
you may not like the way i talk
but you like the way i'm gone