man of the road I am I am
connoisseur of the good walk unspoiled
ambassador of the frayed backpack
don’t mind an all day walk with plenty of rest stops
under trees, viaducts, rusty old train bridges
just to marvel and see and wonder
direction unknown and it doesn’t matter
whichever way the wind’s blowin’
don’t stay in one place too long
wear out my welcome or get no welcome at all
wanna do all 50 states
a taste of the nation in all its flavors
key lime florida- street tacos california- pizza detroit
getting to hawaii might be a challenge
find passage on some dilapidated old freighter
in no hurry
hitchhiking on a resplendent day
on the pacific coast highway among the pines
or makin’ my way in the cold rain of maine
but you won’t hear me complain
caribou on down to portsmouth
joining churchill and roosevelt for whiskey and a cigar
coast to coast, sea to shining sea
wherever the open road is
that’s where I be
