Some people say I'm a no count Others say I'm no good But I'm just a natural born travellin' man Doin' what I think should, oh yeah Doin' what I think should
When I was a little baby my mama said "Hey son travel where you will and grow to be a man But sing what must be sung", poor boy Sing what must be sung
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar I spend it fast as I can For a wailing song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand
Now that I'm a grown man I've traveled here and there I found that a jug of brandy and a song Are the only ones who care, poor boy The only ones who careTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
