I made up my mind to see the world
I wouldn't listen to my mom and pop
So I hopped a freight that
Climbed in through the boxcar door
Over in the corner, starin' at me
He said, how far are you goin', boy?
I said, I'm just leavin' this town
He said, you better think it over
While you still have time to turn around
You gotta have a reason for bummin'
You gotta like bein' what we are
Forget all the folks you knew back home
Cause your only friend will
Swing down from the boxcar
It's bad enough being hungry,
But you don't want to break your neck
Hit the ground a -runnin'
If you fall, make sure you roll
There's a lot of hard knocks
The first time you ask for a handout,
boy, you have to throw away your cry,
you have none left to hide.
You stop caring about the way you look,
you lose all track of time.
on every highway and railroad line.
Standing here in this boxcar door,
I see the lights of a town ahead.
The same town I left this morning,
tonight I'll sleep in my bed.
Mom will have the porch light burnin' and
supper waitin' when I walk in
I'm gonna tell them I'm sorry