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