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