(Verse 1)
Sun beat down on this dusty road
Another day, another heavy load
See them fancy cars a-flashin' by
Heads held high, starin' at the sky
They got chrome and fins and leather seats
Smell of money sweeter than my country beats
Yeah, they got it all, that's plain to see
But they ain't got nothin' that belongs to me
(Chorus)
Two bucks in my pocket and this old guitar
That's all I need to travel near and far
Ain't got no mansion, ain't got no fame
Just got the music and a different kind of game
(Verse 2)
Headed down to the diner 'cross the state line
Hopin' for a burger, hopin' for some time
To strum a tune and ease the achin' in my soul
While they're chasin' dreams, I'm reachin' for a goal
They work them jobs, they save and scrape and scheme
To buy the things they saw in magazines it seem
They're stuck in traffic, worried 'bout their debt
I'm ridin' free, ain't worried 'bout it yet
(Chorus)
Two bucks in my pocket and this old guitar
That's all I need to travel near and far
Ain't got no mansion, ain't got no fame
Just got the music and a different kind of game
(Bridge)
They might laugh and point, whisper 'bout the fool
Pickin' and a-grinnin', breakin' every rule
They don't understand, they just can't comprehend
The joy of freedom, the journey without end
(Guitar solo - simple, bluesy, and slightly mournful)
(Chorus)
Two bucks in my pocket and this old guitar
That's all I need to travel near and far
Ain't got no mansion, ain't got no fame
Just got the music and a different kind of game
(Outro)
Yeah, two bucks and a guitar, that's all you need you see
Two bucks and a guitar, and the soul to be free
(Guitar fades out slowly with a final twang)