Well, I was born a south landnTwenty some odd years agonand I ran away for the first timenwhen I was only four years oldnI'm a freeborn mannmy home is on my backnWell, I know every inch of highway,nevery foot of back road, and every mile of rail road track.nnI got a woman in Cincinnati,nanother lover in San Antone nand none of them tried to hold me there 'cause they know the road's my homenI'm a freeborn mannmy home is on my backnWell, I know every inch of highway,nevery foot of back road, and every mile of rail road track.nnWell, I got me this ol' guitarnand carrying an ol' tote sacknGotta honk it about 200 times, nbut I always got it backnI'm a freeborn mannmy home is on my backnWell, I know every inch of highway,nevery foot of back road, and every mile of rail road track.nnI was born in south landntwenty some odd years agonand the first time that I ran away,nwell, I was only four years oldnI'm a freeborn mannmy home is on my backnWell, I know every inch of highway,nevery foot of back road, and every mile of rail road track.n