Hoyt Axton



Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no good,

But I'm just a natural born travelin man, 

Doin what I think I should, Oh yeah, 

Doin what I think I should.



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And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar,

Spend it fast as I can,

For a wailin song, and a good guitar,

The only thing that I understand, Poor boy,

The only thing that I understand.



When I was a little babe, my mama said hey son,

Travel where you will, and grow to be a man,

And sing what must be sung, poor boy,

Sing what must be sung.



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Now that I'm a grown man, I've travelled here and there,

I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song,

The only ones who ever cared, poor boy,

The only ones who ever cared



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