Well, I got no home and I got no phone, I only go where my thumb will take me.
And, I got no plans, and I got no friends, ’cept the ones that I meet each evening.
Still though, I try, and I don’t know why, to lose the name God gave me.
’Cause if this is end, my only friend; I guess I’ll have done my duty.
I am a Maverick, (I am a Maverick)
And I am so sick, (And I'm so sick.)
Of this cryptic, (Of this cryptic.)
Task I’ve been given. (Task I've been given.)
As I ride the rails, I hear the tales, of men lost and forsaken.
And it brings me down, as we near a town, where I only expect the same thing.
But, when I hear those laughs, my other half, perks up at the sounds of joy.
And I don’t know how, and I don’t know why, but I think I’ve found my home.
I am a Maverick, (I am a Maverick)
And I am so sick, (And I'm so sick.)
Of this cryptic, (Of this cryptic.)
Task I’ve been given. (Task I've been given.)
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