Song Of A Rolling Stone Poem by Andrew Wright

I've travelled round the world a bit,
On many different paths,
Each passing year has seen my feet,
On many different hearths,
I've tackled many different jobs,
And shirked as many more,
I've smuggled guns to Argentine,
And jade from Singapore,
I've kept a joint on Broadway,
Hijacked liquor in Chicago,
And run a crazy tramp to Spain,
To beat the arms embargo.

I've fought in revolutions,
Both in Chile and in Spain,
I've had my share of sickness,
And of hunger, fear and pain,
I've been what's known as 'On the beach',
Flat broke and prospects bleak,
I've made a hundred in a day,
And spent it in a week,
But nought could ever hold me,
Be it woman, wealth or ease,
My only love is freedom,
And to travel where I please.

I've bought illicit diamonds,
From workers in the mines,
And rustled beef across the Rio Grande,
Many, many times.
I bought a ranch in Texas,
And sold it three weeks later,
And shipped for Buenos Aires,
In a dirty Yankee freighter,
Then I heard of Britain,
Backing Poland in her plight,
And hurried home to join the fun,
And take part in the fight.



Well I joined up and here I am,
You know what is in between,
No need to tell of all things I've done,
The things I've heard and seen,
You know them all, you know them well,
And now that freedom's gone,
You know the only thing to do,
Is grin and carry on.
But life is worth the living yet,
And worth the celebrating,
One day they will open up the gates,
And freedom will be waiting.

Some of you go back to work,
And some to lives of ease,
But I go back to drifting,
Like a feather on the breeze.
I'll sail the seven seas again,
From Frisco to the Nore,
Each dawn will find my wandering feet,
Upon another shore.
No ties of kindred, home or wife,
Shall ever fetter me,
I've learned to love my freedom more,
Since my captivity.