I’m out here a thousand miles from my home
Walking a road other men have gone down
I’m seeing a new world of people and things,
Hear paupers and peasants and princes and kings.
Here’s to the hearts and the hands of the men
That come with the dust and are gone with the wind.
I’m leaving tomorrow, but I could leave today
Somewhere down the road someday
The very last thing that I’d want to do
Is to say I’ve been hitting some hard travelling too.