When I was younger I was torn and frayed and lonely

Knew I had to move... Gotta hit the road

Someday I would move and hide out where no one would ever catch me

Cuz those'r bound to move gotta hit the road

Called for the hobo but he was no where to be found

He must be lost down on Straylin Street.

Spent all my time chasing no where getting higher

Found out I was no where and it hit me hard

Thought I'd jump a train and head out for Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

But the brakeman passed me by cuz he was blind

Called for the brakeman but he was no where to be found

He must be lost down on Straylin Street.

So can't you help, help, help a man like me

I said can't you help, help, help a man like me

Or are you lost down on Straylin Street?

I hit the road with my bag full of my laundry

I carried my book in my right hand

Kerouac got his words that reach for the young and the ramble hearted

Cuz those'r bound to move gotta hit the road

Called for the writer but he was no where to be found

He must be lost down on Straylin Street...