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