Can't .. California
Love to ride those trains
It had a hand made .. leather .. kept all his child pants
When he was sixteen you know it never really followed money
He never really had a dream no
To love the thought of drifting
To live by no man's plan
Solitude is freedom
The road made him a man
Coast to coast to cross that state
All pacific you saw every town he ever dreamed about
Since he was a little boy
He ended up in new Orleans walking on a .. farm
.. you know he meat a women the minute he call
To love the thought of drifting
To live by no man's plan
Solitude is freedom
The road made him a man
Is a day something deep inside .. saw her face
Prepare like she knew him well for another time and place
He wake up with the sun one day and travel days were done
Settle down in a shot gun house down by saint
To love the thought of drifting
To live by no man's plan
Solitude is freedom
The road made him a man
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