A Place To Hang My Hat On

Got no place to call a home,
I just stumble by,
Like a rolling stone,

Looking for a different sun,
Looking for these skies to change,
Long for everyday to be new and strange,

It just ain't in my make-up,
To set to rest my boots,
I begin to feel an itch in my feet,
Whenever I start to grow roots,
But it's starting to get a bit old,
It's taking a toll on my tired soul,
Think it's time to get me a place of my own,
A place to hang my hat on,

It looks like I'm never done roaming,
When it starts dawning,
My boots start walking,

The road up ahead is long,
Got my guitar strapped to my back,
To get me along,

It just ain't in my make-up,

To set to rest my boots,

I begin to feel an itch in my feet,

Whenever I start to grow roots,

But it's starting to get a bit old,

It's taking a toll on my tired soul,

Think it's time to get me a place of my own,

A place to hang my hat on,

Maybe one day I'll settle down,
But lord I hope,
It ain't when I'm six feet underground,

It just ain't in my make-up,

To set to rest my boots,

I begin to feel an itch in my feet,

Whenever I start to grow roots,

But it's starting to get a bit old,

It's taking a toll on my tired soul,

Think it's time to get me a place of my own,

A place to hang my hat on,

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