I was born in the Southland Twenty some odd years ago I ran away for the first time When I was four years old Im a freeborn 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 Im goneYou might also like
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