Find My Fortune

(альбом: Ridin' The Storm Out - 1973)

Backwoods killer from a river town
A mixed up kid that let his hair hang down
High school rebel, he's always been bad
And his poor old man's still wond'ring 'bout the lad
But he's gone, gone away to find his fortune.
There's a long-haired lady looking for a home
With her young son, he'd left them both alone
And his black-haired lover's got a broken heart
'Cause her lonely boy just won't play the part
'Cause he's gone, gone away to find his fortune.

And it's been a long, long way
From that little town to L.A.
And I can't turn around
Ladies, I'm gone, gone away to find my fortune.

A restless nature fed my crazy dreams
So I packed my bags in a big limousine
laughed at the people who were laughing at me
Laughed and said I'm gonna be what I be
And I'm gone, gone away to find my fortune.