He's the king of the road The old man, the child The joker runnin' wild, makin' it funny He's of no fixed abode When he carries the load He'll do anything he can to make it funny But he'll never say die If he's livin' a lie Pick up his hat and go If there's reason to cry He'll just make it a sigh And wander on down the road He's a natural friend With the money to lend Or whatever it takes to turn you on, too He's the father, the son He don't owe anyone All his debts are all paid With his confection Then he'll wander away With no time in his way Pick up his hat and go He'll never say die If he's livin' a lie Just wander on down the road Wander on down the road [guitar solo (Pete Ham)] And he'll wander away With no time in his way Pick up his hat and go He never said die He was livin' a lie Just wandered on down the road Wandered on down the road Wandered on down the road Ahhhhh Mmmmmmmmm Ahhhhh.
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