Even though my thumb is up,
there's not a soul around
I keep on walkin', yes, I keep on walkin'
One night I slept in Memphis
On a bench close to the street
I had my jacket for a pillow
and a newspaper for a sheet.
To work all day from nine to five
just ain't my kind of life
Now when the skies start to get cloudy
and the rain falls on my back
I know that I'll find sunshine
a little farther down the track
I keep on walkin', yes, I keep on walkin'
Well, I'm a -walkin' along
Even though my thumb is up,
there's not a soul around
Keep on walkin', yes keep on walkin',
Keep on walkin', keep on walkin',