This house gets smaller with every day
And the walls are closin' in
I guess I've said all there is to say
And it's time to bum again.
The time has come to bum again
I'm gonna see all the places I ain't been
Woman you've stirred up the wild, wild wind
And it's time to bum again.
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I'll visit my buddy out in Bakersfield
We soldiered together years back
We'll talk night and day till there's no more to say
Then I'll head on down the track.
I may come back in a year or two
And you may not desire me then
There are some things that a man must do
And it's time to bum again.
The time has come to bum again
I'm gonna see all the places I ain't been
Woman you've stirred up the wild, wild wind
And it's time to bum again.
Woman you've stirred up the wild, wild wind
And it's time to bum again...