I think I'll be a music man
Travel across the land
Sing to all the losers
Give them a helping hand
  
I'll be a *** with money
But a rich man with my song
Thumbing across the country
Living all life long
  
I'll play the cities like L. A.
For a day or week
Then when I am tired
I'll move to Boulder Creek
  
My legs may be quite tired
My eyes can barely see
But, no one can tell me I'm chained
My mind will always be free