My friends were all off on their own adventures
No more evenings tearing up the town
Boyhood days would never be forgotten
But cops and buzzards were all they left around.

So I set out from my home for greener pastures
Where I could work and rest my troubled head
I spent my days just trying to fill my table
And spent my nights just trying to fill my bed.

Then time began to move on oh so quickly
The women they sure seemed to do the same
Work got slow, it seemed that my green pasture
Had taken light and sprung to orange flame.

So I packed a bag and left that town this morning
The road rises up to meet me where I tread
My mind is free of cares, I'll worry when I'm there
But I'll be rambling till the day I'm dead.