A Drifter Lyrics

Left out of El Paso, when he was just 18.

With his thumb up in the air lord,

had just pawned his mommas ring.

His sister begged him don’t go,

but he couldn’t even care.

Now he’s stuck in a box car,

breathing Wyoming air

And it’s late nights in truck stops

Chasing what he cant see,

Some people say he’s living

Some people say he’s free

A drifter on the road

Living for what he believes

I’ve always been just like him.

So many just like me.

Well he met a girl in Reno,

And she begged him to stay,

But she woke up one morning,

With a letter by her bed.

And he’s seen the Grand Canyon,

Seen them New York Lights

And they say that they saw him

On the day his momma died.

And it’s late nights in truck stops

Chasing what he cant see,

Some people say he’s living

Some people say he’s free

A drifter on the road living for what he believes.

I’ve always been just like him.

So many just like me.

Well I met him in Montana,

In a little roadside bar,

He didn’t say where he was going,

Didn’t say how far.

Could’ve sworn I seen him in Laredo,

In the south Texas sand.

By the time I turned around, Lord

Wasn’t a single sign of him.

And it’s late nights in truck stops

Chasing what he cant see,

Some people say he’s living

Some people say he’s free

A drifter on the road living for what he believes.

I’ve always been just like him.

So many just like me.

I’ve always been just like him,

So many just like me.