You say that I ain't worth nothing, but darling ain't nothing but a wandering man.
They say those wheels stop turning but they don't know nothing about a wandering man.
These trains keep on moving they don't stop for nothing and nor do I
People say I'll never find a home, but I never felt more at home with a road to ride.

From the big easy to the 305, Take my chances on the sunset line
From those hard roads and those tears in my eyes, and I can deal with 'em problems with a bottle of rye.
From Savannah Georgia, out to the Bluegrass lands, you can find me sitting with a guitar in my hand, just waiting for change to come and fill my can so I can buy me some Old Crow and a tin of Spam.

You say that I ain't worth nothing, but darling ain't nothing but a wandering man.
They say those wheels stop turning but they don't know nothing about a wandering man.
These trains keep on moving they don't stop for nothing and nor do I
People say I'll never find a home, but I never felt more at home with a road to ride.

From the red sunsets to open plains, sitting near the hop out by open flame. Even though I'm hated and I know it won't change, I'll keep walking through the cities and won't show no shame.
Sitting dirty on a 48, drinking that spacebag so I can rest my face, I'll go to church and then I'll steal that plate, then I'm off to philly for a new clean slate.

You say that I ain't worth nothing, but darling ain't nothing but a wandering man.
They say those wheels stop turning but they don't know nothing about a wandering man.
These trains keep on moving they don't stop for nothing and nor do I
People say I'll never find a home, but I never felt more at home with a road to ride.

Doing time because I got roped, but that's fine because doing time's a joke. I'm tossing dice made from bars of soap, counting down the days since I had my last smoke. I'm out of county and I'm on parole, getting my shit straight and fulfilling my goals, I got two months left but then I took stroll, You can take the dirt off me but not me out of the coal.

You say that I ain't worth nothing, but darling ain't nothing but a wandering man.
They say those wheels stop turning but they don't know nothing about a wandering man.
These trains keep on moving they don't stop for nothing and nor do I
People say I'll never find a home, but I never felt more at home with a road to ride