i went out first to california
san fernando
san diego
but i always was a stranger
in everybody's eyes
so i took a train up to chicago
then to new york
and the harbor
told those i met i was a farmer
with no fields to sow
there i thought about my mother
the home she made
of love and order
apple pie as sweet as sugar
hope i never gave her cause to frown
then i set out for the rolling vistas
of wyoming
i was singing
with $20 in my pocket
and a davy crockett hat
there i thought about my brother
hows he doing?
fine he oughtta
he was always smarter, stronger
id like to drink with him a beer
then i struck out for alaska
cursed, wretched
cold and tireless
wanted to see if i could suffer
like my poppa did
let me tell you bought my father
he didnt know
to work less harder
he stressed and strained and worried till he
burned up with no flame
then i thought i need sunshine
headed for the
eastcoast shoreline
to florida's miami beachline
looked out at the sea
there i thought about my sister
she'd been twelve
when i last kissed her
wonder if she got herself a mister
or is she breaking hearts at night?
well that about wraps up my story
everyone should
have a story
you shouldnt do what makes you sorry
but you shouldnt run away