Hoyt Axton      Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no good,   But I'm just a natural born travelin man,    Doin what I think I should, Oh yeah,    Doin what I think I should.      Chorus   And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar,   Spend it fast as I can,   For a wailin song, and a good guitar,   The only thing that I understand, Poor boy,   The only thing that I understand.      When I was a little babe, my mama said hey son,   Travel where you will, and grow to be a man,   And sing what must be sung, poor boy,   Sing what must be sung.      Chorus      Now that I'm a grown man, I've travelled here and there,   I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song,   The only ones who ever cared, poor boy,   The only ones who ever cared      Chorus