Straylin Street Lyrics - Singles - Pete Droge

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're 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're 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