bottle in my hand

well

i followed my feet all across this land

a tune in my heart and a bottle in my hand

from the cold

cold east

to the woods out west

ain't no home just lucky i guess

i've seen the sunrise over the water

howled at the moon by the embers glow

stole me a kiss from a poor man's daughter

threw on my pack and away i go

well

it looks like rain and it taste like hell

ain't nobody ever wished me well

tried to make me stand in the welfare line

i ain't seen free in a long old time

well

every town is gone by morning

hitch to another till the goes down

find me a boxcar

one or two brothers

take out a bottle and pass it around

there's trouble at the border and a far off war

oil in the water and the shut down store

big banks closin' and the world ain't round

jail filled up and the deal gone down

but i got all i need on the highway

little bit of luck and a rainbow stew

sing a little song for the ones who ramble

hard to carry on like the way we do

now i've had friends who've walked that line

spent life workin' for a nickel and a dime

the come home ragged at the end of their day

feet on the table

not a word to say

sometimes i might have to wonder

how's it gonna end for a man like me

slept in the rain and danced in the thunder

i get a little bit older

i get a little bit older

i'll get a little tune on my fiddle

and then i'll be on my way

i followed my feet all across this land

a tune in my heart and a bottle in my hand

the mines in the east

to the woods out west

ain't no home just lucky i guess

never had a home just lucky i guess