Freeborn Man

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Well, I was born in the Southland
Twenty-some odd years ago
I ran away for the first time
When I was four years old

   I’m a free born man
   My home is on my back
   I know every inch of highway
   And every foot of back road
   Every mile of railroad track

I got a gal in Cincinnati
Got a woman in San Antone
I always loved the girl next door
But anyplace is home

I got me a worn-out guitar
I carry an old tote sack
I hocked it about two hundred times
But I always get it back

You may not like my appearance
May not like my song
May not tike the way I talk
But you like the way I’m gone