Molly Hatchet

Met an old man on the street,
A dirty hat laying at his feet,
I looked and saw adventure in his eyes,
Singing them songs from yesterday,
From over the hills and far away,
Lord that old man hypnotized.
I went on in to my nine-to-five,
Hoping I could stay alive,
I knew that something in my life was wrong,
All night long I could not sleep,
The trouble here was buried deep,
I couldnt help but hear the old mans song.
Im rolling down the highway,
I fly the friendly skies,
Im just a hobo,
Im on the railroad tracks tonight,
Im dancing through the desert,