Can’t . California
Love to ride those trains
It had a hand made . leather . kept all his child pants
When he was sixteen you know it never really followed money
He never really had a dream no
To love the thought of drifting
To live by no man’s plan
Solitude is freedom
The road made him a man
Coast to coast to cross that state
All pacific … you saw every town he ever dreamed about
Since he was a little boy
He ended up in new Orleans walking on a . farm
. you know he meat a women the minute he call
To love the thought of drifting
To live by no man’s plan
Solitude is freedom
The road made him a man
Is a day something deep inside . saw her face
Prepare like she knew him well for another time and place
He wake up with the sun one day and travel days were done
Settle down in a shot gun house down by saint …
To love the thought of drifting
To live by no man’s plan
Solitude is freedom
The road made him a man
