Walk on down the high way. Thumb out trying to hitch a ride. Every car seemed to be going my way. But no one pulled to the side.
Somewhere east of Denver. I go walking down the road. With my trusty Fender, my backpack, and a smile that glowed.
Wrote down the words to a song. Nothing special, Just something to help me move along. One million miles from yesterday. A hundred more miles to go. My feet hurt, The holes in my shoes got me movin slow.
I made camp near the Colorado. Set my tent lay down to sleep. I knew that by tomorrow. I could cross where the water wasn't deep.
Next day I Packed up my things. While putting my guitar in it's case. I noticed I had broken a string. Knew I didn't have another to replace.
I headed back to the highway with the sun on my back. Mother natures a great provider, gives me a place to stay. Picked some berries put them in a sack.
Many miles have I traveled. Got just a few more to go. Never got lost or unraveled Even in the falling snow.
Soon I'll be in my state. Within distance of my home. Been three months, am I late. When I get there will I be alone.
Will everyone have left, thinking I was dead. Right now I don't care. Just want a nice warm bed.
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