Fellow Traveler

Some folks think I'm crazy but i know iv gone insane Is it the liquor in my blood or the drugs in my brain The times get harder that's what I heard them say But ill just keep chasing down my wildest dreams This highway this highway this highway is my home Wherever i may roam lord that's where ill call my own I travel this whole wide world playing my poor songs Playing them for you so you wont feel alone When my time here is over and they lay me in the clay Pickup your Guitar and make them banjos ring