Biondocking

Boondocking , living in my ride Sometimes my RV , I have to hide Must confide, Living like the snail on the go. Always taking it slow This country, so many things I want to see It's all a part of being free. I may not be all that rich, But still I have that itch So I may leave my windows black Always watching for any form of attack The natives look on me in distain On their parking lot I'm just a stain If I sit there to long of a spell Sometimes they start to yell I smile ,say oh well With all the things I get to see In this life of being free Tomorrow I'll be gone with the wind I'm way happier in the end See ya around the bend