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'd give it more so much more than 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 hand
Only hoping you will understand me
And 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 Martin guitar
I'd be the man on stage no
Never thought that I would get to see the world
With lovely miss a Bailey Rae
But I headed out to California
For margaritas by the pool
At the house of a good old friend of mine
I knew way back in school
Just a box of wood
Six strings this guitar
I've played in bedrooms
I'm still playing in bars
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 hand
Only hoping you will understand me
And 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 Martin guitar
I'd be the man on stage no
Never thought that I would get to see the world
With lovely miss a Bailey Rae
But I headed out to California
For margaritas by the pool
At the house of a good old friend of mine
I knew way back in school
