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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