Backaround

Running, runnin, run-in, ronin With my feet flyin over the ground Gonna see what's up n comin I'm lookin for a new sound Creek to sea and tree to forest Every drum that beat before us Every tongue, repeat the chorus I'm makin my way back around I don't know Who's gonna hire a dirty, hungry hobo Once I make town I'm gonna pull my aces clean Get my picture in the magazine Make my ma proud Creek to sea and tree to forest Every drum that beat before us Every tongue, repeat the chorus I'm makin my way back around They're gonna cut your hands off if you steal But you won't feel it You're just dyin for a little shot o wine And a hot meal They say the sun'll make ya blind If you stare There's another little light around midnight Shining on me Creek to sea and tree to forest Every drum that beat before us Every tongue, repeat the chorus I'm makin my way back around Oh, I said I'm makin my way back around I'm makin my way back around