im a travelin man wherever i roam all over this land im never alone cause im acquainted with the wind and me and him keep travelin along no shelter from the storm no pillow for my head cept for maybe my arm but im sleepin like the dead no ceilin but the sky and here i lie and in the mornin ill be gone whenever i please im howlin like a gale im whisperin like a breeze im acquainted with the wind and i reckon that its him thats carryin me im the ramblin kind no matter where i roll everybody stands aside lets me rumble down the road ain t got a lot of friends but im acquainted with the wind and were travelin along