Born to Be a Rover
I walked five miles, then I took a car
It soon broke down, so I didn't get far
I stole a bike, but it was in vain
Both wheels bent, so I took a train
The wagon packed, what a nasty smell
Had to leave that living hell
Just walk again, that's what I do
Aching muscles and a hole in my shoe
No home, no friends, a poor man's lot
Fifteen bucks, that's all I got
I'm on the road, will it ever end?
Got a sleeping bag and a torn-up tent
Rain and snow and sleet and hail
Never stop, I walk the trail
Across the plain a shimmering light
Sunset glow, and storms at night
Road to nowhere
Startin' all over
Living in clover
Born to be a rover
I wash my shirt by the riverside
Don't need to run to save my hide
A fireplace by a lonely lake
A pot of stew, that's all it takes
I'm loving it, my country life
Got a dirty mug and a pocket knife
Wherever I walk, I walk alone
Into the night, far away from home
The end of the journey still unknown
Don't know which place will be my home
Every day I grab my cane
The wind and the waves, they keep me sane
The darkness yields to the morning light
Sun on my skin, my spirit's bright
As long as these feet will carry me
The woods and hills my life will be