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Summer fades into burning autumn skies,
Long-haired maidens dance through the amber brome,
Bought a patch of grass out on the countryside,
Hoping I could find myself at home.
But the open road keeps calling me,
A drifter I was meant to be,
Ramblin' on from town to town,
Never catch me settling down.
Autumn lurches into wretched winter storms,
Every creature flees the dying fields in fear,
I face the driving snow and harsh north winds,
And wish that I was somewhere far from here.
But the open road keeps calling me,
A drifter I was meant to be,
Ramblin' on from town to town,
Never catch me settling down.
I hope you find, that unnamable something.
I hope you find, that unnamable something.
If you should die, I'll tell you one thing:
I hope you find, that unnamable something.
Staggered back until I hit the bedroom door,
And in the stillness there I made a last resolve,
If I should live to be an elder man or more,
My fate and fortune will be that which I've been called.
The open road keeps calling me,
Stranger places I was meant to see,
Feeling trapped within my mind,
Gotta leave before I die.