Primeira Canção da Estrada

Despite my torn clothes, I believe I'll manage
A ride that takes me, at least, to the nearest town
Where no one will look me in the eye
When I play on the old guitar the songs I know

I was only seventeen the day I left home
And it's been no more than four weeks since I've been on the road
But I've met so many sad people
Unlearning how to talk

It seems like I'm carrying the sins of the world
It seems like I'm carrying the sins of the world
It seems like I'm carrying the sins of the world
It seems like I'm carrying the sins of the world