Porter Wagoner
I’m a Drifter
I'm a drifter, a drifting drifter
Got no place to call my home no more
I'm a wanderer, a wandering wanderer
Got no one to call my own no more
Got no strings to tie me down
Got no cause to hang around
What difference does it make which way I go?
Got an empty feeling down inside
Still I need to stay alive
And who can tell what waits beyond this road?
I'm a drifter, a drifting drifter
Got no one to call my own no more
Got no strings to tie me down
Got no cause to hang around
What difference does it make which way I go?
Got an empty feeling down inside
Still I need to stay alive
And who can tell what waits beyond this road?
I'm a drifter, a drifting drifter
Got no one to call my own no more
Got no place to call my home no more