| I’m singing about a driftin' way of life
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| Yes it’s different from the many that I’ve known
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| Yeah and everyday you’re bound to walk
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| A strange new road by myself
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| I keep living it right or wrong
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| Now I hop a train about a 100 thousand miles
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| Yeah and I’ve had good luck
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| And I’ve lived in different styles
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| Yeah but all the folks
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| No matter what place or age
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| Have tried to put me like a free bird in a cage
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| Well I keep singing about a driftin' way of life
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| Now I’ve tied some knots
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| With my friends I’d hate to lose
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| I say we’re friends because we give the right to choose
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| But things get tight when your friends get out of place
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| And try to change your big hat
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| Or shape of face
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| So I keep singing about the driftin' way of life
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| Now in my mind
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| You know I thought of settling down
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| To stop my roaming
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| Forget this banging around
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| But to live my life among groups everyday
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| Will either change me
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| Or send me down the way
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| And as it stands I’m never down-and-out too long
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| 'Cause I can kiss the blues goodbye with every song
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| Yeah and I’m living my life |
| As it feels to me right now (walk on boy)
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| 'Cause there ain’t nothing in this world
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| Gonna hold me down
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| Yeah I keep singing 'bout the driftin' way of life |