I've gave them the slip
And the please don't call
If you got a number
scratch it off my wall

Took my Rio to Georgia
Georgia to Ouachita
Heard a hundred voices
Yours loudest of them all

Held my soul in St Francois
Those gentle mountain roams
Seen the meaning there
But could not bare it home

Hold myself here any longer
I will never feel the same
Just a two bit wanderer
A face without a name