I left my home as a young man Still a boy, truth be told Took my guitar, my troubled heart An' hit the road I made my way 'cross an ocean In search of somewhere to belong Just a young buck... an' travelin' on I made my home in the North Country Far At a time when very few people there Looked like me I made good friends who were kind to a stranger An' his family Some say I was born with a silver spoon In my mouth People, you know I've paid some dues Born to play the guitar all around the world Born to sing these blues... I settled down, got a straight job Played my music on the side Put food on the table, paid the rent But I was not satisfied Pawned my guitar so many times So many times it's a shame But I kept on playin' - singin' my songs 'Til the people knew my name Knew my name Born with a silver spoon in my mouth... People, you know I've paid some dues Born to play the guitar all around the world Born to sing these blues... Born to sing these blues...