When I left New York this morning
I didn't really have a plan
Loretta on the radio, no real place to go
Just a suitcase in my hand
I'm not looking for a pot of gold
Not reaching for a hand to hold
I'm not searching, you know
I'm just traveling
I'm not waiting to be whisked away
I'll take my chance on a southbound lane
Wind is blowing again and I'm
Traveling
Watched the sun rise over Graceland
And go down in New Orleans
Listening to Dr. John, one more and I'll be gone
I hear the highway calling me
I'm not looking for a pot of gold
Not needing a hand to hold
I'm not searching, you know
I'm just traveling
I'm not waiting to be whisked away
I'll take my chance on a southbound lane
Wind is blowing again and I'm
Traveling
So what if I drag my wheels through the mud?
Can't help myself
Got gypsy in my blood
I'm not looking for a pot of gold
At the end of the open road I'm not searching you know
I'm just traveling
I'm not waiting to be whisked away
I'll take my chance on a southbound lane
Wind is blowing again and I'm
Traveling
