These Vagabond Wheels

I started from the banks of old Niagara

Crossed the highways of Ontario

Went over the blue waters

Of the St. Clair River

Entered the US of A

Took Interstate 69

To Interstate 80 on my way to Joliet

Broke down in Munster Indiana

Laid my head to rest in a Holiday Inn

These vagabond wheels they take me places

That my heart has always wanted to be

These vagabond wheels they take me to places

That are always so new to me

From Joliet skirting south of Chicago

Headed west to Des Moines

I entered the flat lands

Of old Nebraska

Interstate 80 unwinds

To Omaha and Lincoln

I’m bound for the town of Cheyenne

Rode through smoke of grass fires

And a heavy wind going west into the night

These vagabond wheels they take me places

That my heart has always wanted to be

These vagabond wheels they take me to places

That are always so new to me

In crisp clear dawn I go up Highway 25

Through Casper to Shoshoni

The foothills keep climbing

To the distant Grand Tetons

The road is a mess

All down for construction

From Dubois right through

The pass that runs clear to Moran

Through mountains hangin’ high to the sky

These vagabond wheels they take me places

That my heart has always wanted to be

These vagabond wheels they take me to places

That are always so new to me

There’s gravel and sand and a follow-me truck

Leads us past logs and debris

This heavy old Harley keeps movin’

Through the rocks and the boulders

Down state route 89

Soon pavement beneath us

The engine starts hauling

Rolling south to Jackson's Hole

Past buffalo ‘n elk grazin’ by the road

These vagabond wheels they take me places

That my heart has always wanted to be

These vagabond wheels they take me to places

That are always so new to me

These vagabond wheels they take me places

That my heart has always wanted to be

These vagabond wheels they take me to places

My heart feels like it finally is home