Just an ol' traveler, a walker of earth,
Got no one who cares- haven't since birth.
No one to love me, no one to hold, 
Nobody to warm me when the world gets too cold.
But in my book, that means no one's holdin' me down.
Just me, myself, and I from town to town.

  Just and ol' traveler, a face in the crowd,
My words never heard, no matter how loud.
Society lends me a deaf, grizzled ear
And turns from my life, my laugh, and my tear.
But the way I see it, I've got nothing to hide-
I let free my thoughts while most cork 'em inside.

  Just an ol' traveler, a man willing to roam,
My shoes are my ride, the road is my home.
The people look down on my humble bed,
And see cold, rusting slats with trash up to my head.
But my figuring is that the beds made from bars
And covered in news give the best views of stars.

  Just an ol' traveler, a ramblin' gent,
Mug held tight in hand- perched on some heating vent.
I call to the people and rattle my cup,
Though I don't get much when the noses go up.
But according to me, my job is the best-
While most workers are worn, I can lay back and rest.

  Just and ol' traveler, I wander, I flow.
Don't know where I've been, don't know where I'll go.
The places I tour, the faces I see,
Are jumbled and faded in my memory.
I've observed the happy, I've noted the sad,
I watch heartbreak and hope, life and loss, have and had.

  I stick to the background, the corner of an eye,
One blink, and you'll miss me- you'll pass me right by.
Time swirls around me, and still I remain.
Lifetimes rush past while I stay the same.
No reason to linger, no reason to stay...
I'm just an ol' traveler, goin' on his ol' way.