The Wanderer

It’s only been a year or so but it seems so long ago, I packed up my bags and
left my home.
Been from Fresno to Maine, even worked a boat in Spain. I ain’t ever had a bed
to call my own.
'Round this time of day I gets to feelin’low and I wonder who’s my baby’s
latest beau.
I have gambled and lost. I’ve been cussed by my boss. Some city gal just took
me for a ride.
Hope some day I’ll get back to my little old country shack. Settle down with my baby at my side.
Someday soon, you hear, gonna save up my fare or maybe I’ll just have to ride
the rail.
If that mornin’train is right, I’ll be home before that night and I hope no one
will have to go my bail.