Living out of a bag, living everywhere
Going out of my way just to show I don't care
All the dollars I got add up to twenty-four
Well it's not true for many but I chose to be poor
And I spend every day doing songs on the street
Songs about people that I never did meet
Songs about blues I never did have
I'm a pretend wanderin', imitation ponderin', wannabe vagabond man
Well all of my life I was living on top
People told me I could go to any college I want
And who knows, by now I might be practicing law
But that all changed cause of a movie I saw
About a man who lived his life on the road
Doing songs about people and the things that they know
I said, well I wanna be just like him
I'm a pretend wanderin', imitation ponderin', wannabe vagabond man
Well I bought my guitar at the second street pawn
The man said with this guitar I couldn't go wrong
I'm sure it was worth the forty dollars I paid
The only thing I gotta do is learn how to play
But if the song is a sugar, the guitar is a spice
Though the way that it sounds really reflects the price
All I can say is it's enough in the hands
Of a pretend wanderin', imitation ponderin', wannabe vagabond man
This is the life that I got, and this life is hard
You know in this day and age there's not much room for a bard
So I write all these songs about the troubles I've seen
Though other people wrote most of the songs that I sing
I spend every day doing songs on the street
Songs about people that I never did meet
Songs about blues I never did have
I'm a pretend wanderin', imitation ponderin', wannabe vagabond man
Yes a pretend wanderin', imitation ponderin', wannabe vagabond man