Vagabonds

Sunday morning lying in my car
Mustache warning, couldn’t get too far
Seven drummers are marching in the rain
A latin lover couldn’t feel the pain
A red Camaroll never get their fill
Of feeling freedom just west of Chapel Hill
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Creekside and Husky are coming down the ridge
Where growing marijuana underneath the bridge
Shaky fingers stand up pointing at the coast
Folky singers with cold harmonicas
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Roll me over, tell me I’m alive
Shallow breathing right between the eyes
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Everyone’s gone away, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away
Carry on you vagabonds, everyone’s gone away Carry on you vagabonds,
everyone’s gone away
Everyone’s gone away, everyone’s gone away Carry on you vagabonds,
everyone’s gone away