Weird Thought Thinker

I’m a young sidewinder, a high note finder
A fiddler, a gypsy, and a wandering soul
I’m a little bit crazy, a little bit lazy
And I don’t feel at home unless I’m on the road
I got rambling fever down deep in my bones
From backroads and byways to places unknown
From wasteland to Graceland or wherever I roam
And I’m never alone on the road
I’m a cigarette smoker, a corny joke joker
But I can get mean when my back’s on the wall
I’m a helluva drinker and weird thought thinker
And I do things my way or no way at all
I got rambling fever down deep in my bones
From backroads and byways to places unknown
From wasteland to Graceland or wherever I roam
And I’m never alone on the road
I can get mighty squirrelly, a little bit surly
But everything changes when you’re moving along
Uncomfortable silence, we’ll leave that behind us
And write it all down in the words of a song
I got rambling fever down deep in my bones
From backroads and byways to places unknown
From wasteland to Graceland or ever I roam
And I’m never alone on the road
And I’m never alone on the road