A Simple Man's Journey

I ain't Indian outlaw. A country rodeo star. Haven't met the

devil down in Georgia with a fiddle on my arm. I ain't seen

the stairway to heaven or been on the beaches of Cheyenne.

But this train rolls on, and I remain a simple man. Looking back on

the life I lived and thinking how mama tried. She always said,

"Be a simple man, and things will turn out right." So heads Carolina,

tails California. Where do I go from here? Maybe Georgia? Flipped a bob,

a coin, and I bought my ticket on that long black train