I’m going on a road trip where I’ll be trip’n on the road;
Every day adding new stories to the ones already told.
No home as an anchor; no job to keep me hanging ‘round.
So, I ‘m head’n down the highway, another destination to be found.
I’ll do odd jobs for food; play my guitar for some cash;
I’ll help you change your flat tire, if you buy me a little gas.
I sleep in my back seat; brush my teeth in bathroom sinks;
Shower in the truck stops – it’s not as bad as you might think.
I travel all alone, but have made many friends along the way;
I’ve even slept in a bed or two – I get horney, what can I say?
I’ve been to many towns, but the one I like the best,
Is the one in my rearview mirror as I move on to check the rest.
You may say that I am homeless or a rebel without a cause;
You may see my inability to settle down as another one of my character flaws;
You may see me as a menace with no value in society,
But if you were given half a chance – you’d probably come along with me.
Copyright © Joe Flach