Met an old man on the street,

A dirty hat laying at his feet,

I looked and saw adventure in his eyes,

Singing them songs from yesterday,

>From over the hills and far away,

Lord that old man hypnotized.



I went on in to my nine-to-five,

Hoping I could stay alive,

I knew that something in my life was wrong,

All night long I could not sleep,

The trouble here was buried deep,

I couldn't help but hear the old man's song.



I'm rolling down the highway,

I fly the friendly skies,

I'm just a hobo,

I'm on the railroad tracks tonight,

I'm dancing through the desert,

I see the city nights,

I'm just a sailor on the sea of life.



The feeling swept right over me,

I left my home and my security,

I finally found a place where I belong,

Back out here on the road again,

Going back where I have never been,

Now I'm finally free to sing my song.



I'm rolling down the highway,

I fly the friendly skies,

I'm just a hobo,

I'm on the railroad tracks tonight,

I'm dancing through the desert,

I see the city nights,

I'm just a sailor on the sea of life,

I'm just a sailor on the sea of life.