DRIFTERS' COLLECTIVE

ALTERNATIVE HIP HOP BAND

TRAVELLIN' MAN

I get out of bed
another day, a new path to tread        
I step out the door, and along my route    
        
are suits in the pursuit of bigger fruit
we discuss the news, they say they’ve got the blues
it's bad I’m glad that I have no job to lose    
        
feeling that I ought to stop
I sit down at the coffee shop
talk privacy with provocative gossipers
and socrates with hobby philosophers
talk laws with the officers
and religion with followers of carpenters
then I get on the bus
to catch a ride, to the other side
of the city to greet, every corner and street

 

 

Where I lay my hat I call home
I’m a travellin’ man
where I lay down my hat I call home
yes, I’m a travellin’ man
 

I take a walk and I slip through the masses
down the alley with the second hand fashionheads
catch a lift with the dreamers, don't know
where I'm going but I guess that to me its
all just fine, I arrive somehow at a bar downtown
get a drink and I think it's about time
to get down where the heat and the musics at
step away from the sleeping bureaucrats  
and elevate with the passionate

and we all zone out til the place is dead
and when the lights start flashing
I don't wanna go home yet so Imma have to
call to catch a ride to the other side
of the city to meet, someone to bring me to sleep

 

Where I lay my hat I call home
I’m a travellin’ man
where I lay down my hat I call home
yes, I’m a travellin’ man

 

I meet the clubbers in the night, saying it's alright
and adventurous folk, on the road til’ they’re broke
like me they’re looking for escape, from the daily scrape
with the road as our guide we’re just along for the ride

 

Where I lay my hat I call home
I’m a travellin’ man
where I lay down my hat I call home
yes, I’m a travellin’ man
Where I lay my hat I call home
I’m a travellin’ man
where I lay down my hat I call home
yes, I’m a travellin’ man