Pack my bags in the morning Leave before the town awakes Don't have many things now Travelling light cause it feels so right Some people may call this a home I was born to roam Some people may call this a home I was born to roam So many towns I could have stayed Beautiful people incredible folk But I have to say my goodbyes Cause the gypsy in me just makes me leave town Some people may call this a home I was born to roam Some people may call this a home I was born to roam I ain't sticking round long I'm just passing through Wasn't that you did me wrong I'm just passing through I ain't sticking round long I'm just passing through Wasn't that you did me wrong I'm just passing through Allright Some people may call this a home I was born to roam Some people may call this a home I was born to roam Some people may call this a home I was born to roam Some people may call this a home I was born to roam