Free Born Man

I was born in the south land

Twenty some odd years ago

I ran away for the first time

When I was three years old

I'm a free born man

My home is on my back

I know every inch of highway

Every foot of backroad

Every mile of railroad track

Well I got this old guitar

Well I carry it in an old tote sack

Well I hawked it about a hundred times

but I always get it back

I'm a free born man

My home is on my back

I know every inch of highway

Every foot of backroad

Every mile of railroad track

Well you may not like my appearance

An' you may not like my song

Well you may not like the way I talk

But you like the way I'm gone

I'm a free born man

My home is on my back

I know every inch of highway

Every foot of backroad

Every mile of railroad track