| 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 |