my first memories are
Mama's cigarette smoke and a red and white car
I must have been three
we were heading north on 59
with the wind in my face, it was summertime
I was a gypsy then
and I'm still the same
eighteen in a small town joint
I'm playing for beer 'cause that's the point
nothing else to lose
I had hair down to me knees
I go where I want and I do what I please
and I'm still the same
still the same
chorus:
I am a stranger to this place
no roots to bind me
there's no reason to stay
I am a stranger to this place
'do not disturb' hanging on the door
bed is made but I'm on the floor
in another motel
I don't know the name of this place
I don't look in the mirror when I wash my face
'cause nothing ever changes
nothing ever changes
chorus
well I'm always on my hands and knees
but you would not call it praying
and the first town where I find a friend is the place where I'll be staying
my first memories are
cigarette smoke and a red and white car
I might have been, might have been
might have been free, back then
chorus
stranger everywhere
