Four Days Gone

I met two kind people on the road



I was parched and dry from the cold



I've been travelin' four days and nights, sir



And I do want to thank you for the ride, sir



And the soup your wife made tasted fine



If it's all the same



I'll be on my way at the next turn



And I'm free marched out in my town



And my baby is waitin', I hope, sir



After fifteen trucks and an old Ford



And the Government madness, I ran away



And I hate to say, I can't tell you my name



'Cause I'm four days gone into runnin'



I can't even go home, take my baby and run