Guess I was born for roaming
And roam I always will
Oh I wonder if it`s greener
On the far side of the hill
Oh please come look down yonder
Just earth and green and sky
I know I could get on down there
In the pattern of an eye
And further west`s an ocean
A miner told me so,
And the sun it shines so brightly
Well it scares off winter snow
And yes sometimes I`m tiered
Sometimes I`m lonesome too
Sometimes I see a farmer
Walking slow when day is through
And I know he`s got a woman
waiting supper everyday
If I have me such a woman
I could drive my blues away