Four Days Gone

I met two kind people on the road

I was parched and dry from the cold

I've been travelin' four days and nights, sir

And I do want to thank you for the ride, sirAnd the soup your wife made tasted fine

If it's all the sameI'll be on my way at the next turn

And I'm free marched out in my townAnd my baby is waitin', I hope, sir

After fifteen trucks and an old Ford

And the Government madness, I ran away

And I hate to say, I can't tell you my name'Cause I'm four days gone into runnin'

I can't even go home, take my baby and run