You might've seen me under pool hall lights;
Neon signs and cheap drink nights.

I left my home long ago and now I wander the open road,
Roaming suits me better than falling in line with a proper life.

Now I sleep under the stars, you leave change in my hat-
while I strum my guitar.

I follow the tide and ride the wind, I live on the open road.
When my time is done here just lay me under a tree and let me be.
I've got stories from every state- I've had food from the president's plate.
I've slept in the gutter of the "Show me state" and I've walked along that Golden Gate.

Every town brings a new face-it's often found in mirrors of bars.

Somewhere out there someone loves me;
Somewhere out there someone remembers me-for the life of me I can't remember who that person is.

I make fast money for hard work, I work hard for no pay-
Just because the sun sets doesn't mean it's the end of the day.

Then when I call it quits I grab my guitar and play the songs that my grandfathers sang before me.

Every town brings another name, sometimes I get lucky sometimes I take the blame- all in all it's my lot in life and so I travel this road I'm on with little caution and a switchblade knife.

Find work when I can, eat when I can afford to- always on the move and headed down that lone road, I travel the empty walkways on sidewalks long forgotten by history and time- some call me a ***** while others say vagabond- I just live how I live and see what's around the next bend.