FOUR DAYS GONE

I met two kind people on the road I was parched and blind from the cold I've been traveling 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, my Chi (Chicago), my town And my baby's a waitin' I hope, sir After 15 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 I got to reason to live I got things I can't give And I'm four days gone into runnin'