I was born a vagabond man
I roam from town to town I am
Poor as the dirt upon your floor
But rich as the king of Baltimore

Girl, I want to be free
Free to dream any way I please
I am a vagabond man

You've got gypsy's, beaggars and one eyed men
Scoundrel kings as presidents
Some have money some have fame
Those that are left to blame
I don't bite and rarley curse
Loved so hard I nearly burst
Petrified I'm dying of thirst
Can't find hope in a limousine hearse

Drag me over to the other side
I'd rather be dead than buiered alive
In a world that cares nothing of it's own
I'd stand here naked in a bag of bones