If it looks like I'm up to something It's probably because I'm down to nothing Standing in the turning lane Watching cars zip by Sun beats on my sweaty brow looking for a spot of shade to hide A shower would be heavenly but there's no clouds in that sky Got my whole life in a knapsack Her father won't forgive so I can't go back La-Di-Da-Di-Da guess I will be alright And it's been said I got a bad reputation But I never really cared what people say And I'm not big on small talk, a deep conversation Just want to do my thing and be on my way Now I'm on my way Now I'm on my way Sha-la-la-la-la Sho-be-dop And it's definitely not what it's not, But one thing for sure, it is what it is. These smelly clothes are full of holes And I fear I might get used to this. Another store front, another parking lot Put a thousand miles on these old shoes. My feet got blisters That got brothers and sisters They do everything my thumbs can't do We going to find our place to settle down Her mama hates my face and don't want me 'round. La-Di-Da-Di-Da guess I will be alright Said I got a bad reputation But I never really cared what people say Now I'm not big on small talk, a deep conversation Just want to do my thing and be on my way Now I'm on my way Now I'm on my way Now I'm on my way Now I'm on my way Sha-la-la-la-la Sho-be-dop Tell your mom I'm sorry. Tell your father I'm not mad. Kiss the baby for me; Tell him about his dad.