Verse 1

Well, I’ve been a drifter for most of my life

But I’ve often wondered If I made the right choice

I stood on the sidewalks and held how my hands

I have seen people that don’t understand

 

Chorus

That the life of a Drifter Is not what it seems          

Its not about riches its all about dreams

With holes in my pockets and holes in both shoes

But that doesn’t matter it’s the life that I choose 

 

Verse 2

There are things I regret but only a few

Spend more time with my family and friends I once knew

Take care of my soul with guitar in my hand

It’s all that I need to be a free man 

 

Chorus

Cause the life of a Drifter Is not what it seems

its not about riches its all about dreams

With holes in my pockets and holes in both shoes

But that doesn’t matter it’s the life that I choose 

 

Verse 3

As I sat at a table in some old café

I noticed a woman who was feeling astray

With her old weathered face and trembling hands

She came to my table and said I understand

 

Chorus

That the life of a Drifter Is not what it seems

its not about riches its all about dreams

With holes in my pockets and holes in both shoes

But that doesn’t matter it’s the life that I choose 

But that doesn’t matter it’s the life that I choose