On the stroke of ten 
I slipped into the van 
and hid myself behind some boxes 
Waitin' for the driver yeah 

The first time I was lucky 
For the van took me to Kentucky 
The first time too I slept in a railway station 

I woke up wondering you're running to nowhere 
But at the same time I was here, oh and I didn't care 
Oh where am I accompanied by 
Good hopes, and believe me I'll get by 

Yeah, I'm a runnin', well I'm a runnin' 
I'm a runnin' till I can't go on 
Till I find where I belong 
Yeah I'm a runnin' 
oh I'm a runnin' till I can't go on 
Till I find where I belong 

So I ramble through the country 
and most of the time 
nature doesn't care less about me 
And sometimes when I'm alone 
I hear my father say: Son you gotta do something 
Take that advice from me now 
So I drop down to South Carolina 
With a little luck and a little sunshine yeah 
I say,  here I stay, here I pray 
for happiness, oh every day 

But until now I'm a runnin' 
yeah, I'm a runnin' 
I'm runnin' till I can't go on 
Till I find where I belong