I gotta get my stuff together, cause I'm heading out
I gotta do the things that I've been speaking of
I gotta show the world the difference between right and wrong
Yes, I've gotta make myself a living writing songs
I'm just a lonely singer on a lonely road
This is the only life that I chose
And I give it more, so much more
Than what I've been given

This is what I've got
Everything you think I am, I am not
Cause I'm just a one-man traveling band
Writing down poems on the back of my head
Only hoping you will understand me
I've come a long way
I'm giving up the cocaine
Looking for a chance to play
A couple songs I wrote along the way
I never thought that I would have a modern guitar
I'd be the man on stage
No, I never thought that I would get to see the world
Lovely Mr. Bellary
But I headed out to California
For margaritas by the pool
At the house of a good old friend of mine
I knew when back in school
Just a box of wood, six strings, this guitar
I've played in bedrooms, I'm still playing the bar
On city streets with pennies at my feet
And you know I'll play for money, I will play for free
Cause I'm just a one-man traveling band
Writing down poems on the back of my head
Only hoping you will understand me


I've come a long way
I've given up the cocaine
Looking for a chance to play
A couple songs I wrote along the way
I never thought that I would have a modern guitar
I'd be the man on stage
No, I never thought that I would get to see the world
With lovely Mr. Bellary
But I headed out to California
For margaritas by the pool
At the house of a good old friend of mine
I knew when back in school
Yes
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