I was born in the south land
Twenty some odd years ago
I ran away for the first time
When I was three years old
I'm a free born man
My home is on my back
I know every inch of highway
Every foot of backroad
Every mile of railroad track
Well I got this old guitar
Well I carry it in an old tote sack
Well I hawked it about a hundred times
but I always get it back
I'm a free born man
My home is on my back
I know every inch of highway
Every foot of backroad
Every mile of railroad track
Well you may not like my appearance
An' you may not like my song
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Well you may not like the way I talk
But you like the way I'm gone
I'm a free born man
My home is on my back
I know every inch of highway
Every foot of backroad
Every mile of railroad track | |
