I was born in the south land   Twenty some odd years ago   I ran away for the first time   When I was three years old      I'm a free born man   My home is on my back   I know every inch of highway   Every foot of backroad   Every mile of railroad track      Well I got this old guitar   Well I carry it in an old tote sack   Well I hawked it about a hundred times   but I always get it back      I'm a free born man   My home is on my back   I know every inch of highway   Every foot of backroad   Every mile of railroad track      Well you may not like my appearance   An' you may not like my song   Well you may not like the way I talk   But you like the way I'm gone      I'm a free born man   My home is on my back   I know every inch of highway   Every foot of backroad   Every mile of railroad track