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 1 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