All the years that I've lived,
people say my time has been a- wastin'
Makin' love in the middle
I've been traveling over land
Just a hobo, he- e- e- e- e- e- e- e,
Baby, try no flag to ride
Come on, open up your door
We could have a little fun
Yeah, don't you wanna, hon, hon
You know people call me a rambler
You call me what you like,
you see me traveling down the pie
yeah, I'm a singing love song
guess I'm just a drifter I
You know my time has rolled around
My feet are up, my head is down
And I'm a- whirling on, babe
I'm gonna catch a freight train
The mornin' sun won't find
The number that I loved you, mama,
Ooh, was my lovin' alright?