Walking down a country road
On the way to god knows where
My mind takes a heavy load
Of worry and care.
How come I am built this way
What causes me to roam?
Through towns and villages I stray
Five hundred miles from home.
Rich folk pass me in big cars
They smile as if to say
The tramp looks tired and the next town far
Some twenty kilometres away.
Tonight whilst these folk drink in heated bars
Then surely I will be
Somewhere out under the stars
Sleeping by a tree.
But I shall go on drifting
Until the day I die
And I shall watch the sun at dawn rise
And the moon shine in the sky.
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