Country Travelin’ Man

I’m a country travelin’ man riding a boxcar whenever I can. Summer you will find me where the north winds blow among the big forests where the giant pine trees grow. Winter I am way down south among the oranges in a California grove. No one place is my home. Nowhere is where I want to stay. I don’t care if the wind blows rough or fair and my clothes are all threadbare. ‘Cause I’m a country travelin’ man and everywhere is my home. 23 October 1998 Authors note: I discovered this little piece while sorting out some papers. I wrote it on a paper bag, which suggests I was out somewhere at the time and that would have been the only thing at hand to write it down. David Harris 31 August 2008