Damn bill came in the mail today
Swear I just paid that shit last week
All that paper does, is remind me I’'m a slave
To the shirts and collars, coins and the dollars the game
The game

So I went to the corner and bought me a 40 with change
Gonna hang out with the boys, build us a fire and play
Sing away our problems, till we don’t remember we got’ em
Smoke and drink and swear to the break of day

I’'m a wandering, wandering man
Got no money in the bank
Got no wife at home watchin children
If I lose my way back home
Well I'’ll sleep on the side of the road
I’'m a wandering, wandering man

Man, oh man, here we go
Here we go

People keep tryin to tie me down with string
But I ain’t your puppet baby, don’t play with me
The only stage I know, is the one with the microphone
I don’t care how pretty, how sexy, how home alone you is