I got a traveling bones, On the day I was born.
I left my only home, To find what I’m looking for.
They say the world must be round, So I sailed the seven seas.
But searching for a brand new world, Is getting the best of me.

 [bad word]  I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime.
Sell my soul to the devil for a dime.
I could sell my soul to the devil for a dime.
Sell my soul to the devil for a dime.

I worked twenty-five years, On that assembly line.
Until they finally made that gear, Took away that job of mine.
Now I’m out here on this corner, I got holes in both my shoes.
I got no where to turn, I’ve got nothing to lose.
Except these blues.

 [bad word] 
(GUITAR SOLO)

I been on this boulevard, Since nineteen sixty-nine.
My finding work was so hard. Thought about stepping over the line.
Now I know someday my ticket, My ticket number’s got to win.
Now a cold, cold wind is blowing, Down the back of my coat again.
It’s such a sin.
 [bad word] 
(GUITAR SOLO w/refrain.)