Traveling

When I left New York this morning
 I didn't really have a plan
 Loretta on the radio, no real place to go
 Just a suitcase in my hand
 I'm not looking for a pot of gold
 Not reaching for a hand to hold
 I'm not searching, you know
 I'm just traveling
 I'm not waiting to be whisked away
 I'll take my chance on a southbound lane
 Wind is blowing again and I'm
 Traveling
 Watched the sun rise over Graceland
 And go down in New Orleans
 Listening to Dr. John, one more and I'll be gone
 I hear the highway calling me
 I'm not looking for a pot of gold
 Not needing a hand to hold
 I'm not searching, you know
 I'm just traveling
 I'm not waiting to be whisked away
 I'll take my chance on a southbound lane
 Wind is blowing again and I'm
 Traveling
 So what if I drag my wheels through the mud?
 Can't help myself
 Got gypsy in my blood
 I'm not looking for a pot of gold
 At the end of the open road I'm not searching you know
 I'm just traveling
 I'm not waiting to be whisked away
 I'll take my chance on a southbound lane
 Wind is blowing again and I'm
 Traveling