I was born in the Southland! Twenty some odd years ago.
Now I ran away for the first time when I was about four years old.
I'm a free born man. My home is on my back.
Lord, I know every inch of highway and every foot of backroad never a mile
from a railroad track.
I got a gal in Cincinatti, got a woman in San Antone.
But I always love that girl next door and any ole place is home.
I'm a free born man. My home is on my back.
Lord, I know every inch of highway and every foot of backroad never a mile
from a railroad track.
I've got me a worn out guitar. I carry an ole tote sack.
I've hocked it about two-hundred times but I always get it back.
I'm a free born man. My home is on my back.
Now I know every inch of highway and every foot of backroad never a mile from
a railroad track.
You May not like my appearance. You may not like my song,
You might not like the way I am but you sure like the way I'm gone
I'm a free born man. My home is on my back.
Lord, I know every inch of highway and every foot of backroad never a mile
from a railroad track.
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