| Well, I was born in the Southland
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| Twenty-some odd years ago
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| I ran away for the first time
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| When I was four years old
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| I’m a free born man
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| My home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| And every foot of back road
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| Every mile of railroad track
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| I got a gal in Cincinnati
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| Got a woman in San Antone
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| I always loved the girl next door
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| But anyplace is home
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| I’m a free born man
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| My home is on my back
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| I know every inch of highway
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| And every foot of back road
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| Every mile of railroad track
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| I got me a worn-out guitar
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| I carry an old tote sack
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| I hocked it about two hundred times
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| But I always get it back
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| I’m a free born man
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| My home is on my back
|
| I know every inch of highway
|
| And every foot of back road
|
| Every mile of railroad track
|
| Well, I was born in the Southland
|
| Twenty-some odd years ago
|
| I ran away for the first time
|
| When I was four years old
|
| I’m a free born man
|
| My home is on my back
|
| I know every inch of highway
|
| And every foot of back road
|
| Every mile of railroad track |