Drifter

from the Apple to L.A.

nothing but a bag of old clothing for a pillow


drifter, riding the 76

drifter, riding the 70

drifter, riding the 15

drifter, riding the 5

drifter, drifter


seen every junkie this side of the Mississippi

a few more on the other side


i was begging for change 

i got a few dollars i buy a fucking pack


the sky is clear today, i feel like i could die from one last smoke


i met up with a biker gang 

near the border of Kansas


drifter, riding the 76

drifter, riding the 70

drifter, riding the 15

drifter, riding the 5

drifter, drifter


i played pool with the Hells Angels

and passed out on Old Jack


my time to say goodbye again

i'm off to find my old lady in the Frisco Bay


sleeping in the wheat fields

dream far off places

i play few notes from my harmonica

and sing that old song of golden blues

seeping into the air of morning dew 


drifter, riding the 76

drifter, riding the 70

drifter, riding the 15

drifter, riding the 5

drifter, drifter

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