I've sat in the shade of an old apple orchard
And watched the big [bad word] rolling by.

I've shared a grape soda
With a man from Dakota
And seen a June bug in July.

I'm a drifter, a loner
And I've seen every village and town.
I've passed by here, and I'll die here
And some stranger will lower me down.

I've envied the ships that sail out of your harbors,
Shared silent thoughts with your children and barbers,
Sung to the stars when a juke box was playing,
Fought back the tears [bad word] when I'm saying

I'm a drifter, a loner
And I've seen every village and town.
I've passed by here, and I'll die here
And some stranger will lower me down.

I've played basketball through the hoop of a barrel, [bad word] to learn how to swim.
Though I once was a baby
Sometimes I think maybe,
I only pretend I was him.

I'm a drifter, a loner
And I've seen every village and town.
I've passed by here, and I'll die here
And some stranger will  lower me down.

I've made love in your city to
the poor and the pretty
and thought myself lucky and smart,
And ended up lonely with
nothing but only
song and a half of a heart.

I'm a drifter, a loner
And I've seen every village and town.
I've passed by here, and I'll die here
And some stranger will  lower me down.