Weird Thought Thinker

Well, I'm a young sidewinder, a high note finder

A fiddler, a gypsy, and a wanderin' soul

And I'm a little bit crazy, a little bit lazy

And I don't feel at home unless I'm on the road

I got a ramblin' fever down deep in my bones

From backroads and byways to places unknown

From wasteland to Graceland or wherever I roam

And I'm never alone on the road

And I'm a cigarette smoker, a corny joke joker

But I can get mean when my back's on a wall

And I'm a hell of a drinker and a weird thought thinker

And I do things my way or no way at all

I got a ramblin' fever down deep in my bones

From backroads and byways to places unknown

From wasteland to Graceland or wherever I roam

And I'm never alone on the road

And I can get mighty squirrelly, a little bit surly

But everything changes when you're moving along

Uncomfortable silence, we'll leave that behind us

And write it all down in the words of a song

I got a ramblin' fever down deep in my bones

From backroads and byways to places unknown

From wasteland to Graceland or wherever I roam

And I'm never alone on the road

Yeah, I'm never alone on the road