Stay Out of the Middle

I’ve never bought the beliefs on the right
Always thought their thinking was dumb
My hometown was full of shit
I had to get out of it
With a toothbrush a comb and my thumb.

Here I am more than 60 years later
I’ve traveled the whole world over
Spent a few nights in jails
Twice rode the rails
Slept more than once in real clover.

Moved 42 times I did
Let nothing grow under my feet
With my kisser intact
It’s a matter of fact
I marched to a much different beat.

The road less traveled is lonely
It’s full of ruts and glitches
It’s not for the meek
And not for the weak
And definitely not filled with riches.

Still I’ve found something that’s priceless
No matter wherever I go
Stay as fit as a fiddle
Never walk down the middle
You’ll get killed by the status quo.