On The Road
I’ve spent some time in the city, oh lord
In lines and traffic jams I’ve spent time in the nitty gritty mud
Schemes and frauds and scams
I rather would stay for all my time
Rambling on the road Kicking pebbles with my shoes
And never stand in a row
/:No I am not a city clown
I’m leaving this sad old town:/
All my dime I spent it on loan Installments to the bank
Where I don’t even have an account
I’ll end up in the tank
Well I don’t need much to do what I want
Rambling on the road
A guitar on my shoulder That ain’t a heavy load
/:No I am not a city clown../:
No I am not a fraidy cat, but here from under my hat
The view is grim and the outlook vague
I wish I was going blind
I will go with a freight train to where the railway ends
I’ll get off and find a job
Working with my hands
/:No I am not a city clown../:
If you will ever see me there, fiddling around
You’ll see me walking without chains
I will not be bound
And you can join me any day, and you can bring your friends
Cuz the land is free for you and me
Until the story ends
/:No I am not a city clown../:
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