Pack all my bags and cut off my hair
Cut all my ties and get me outta here
Well I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be gone
So make like Tom Bodett and leave the light on
Got my guitar on my back and a suitcase drum
Gives a whole different meaning to band on the run
Got a map of the city so I don’t get lost
And a translation book so I don’t get shot
Got travel in my shoes and a Poudre shirt on
Got an 11 hour layover in Taiwan
I wish I could’ve paid off some debt
But I went with my heart and made a CD instead
Goodbye to the mountains, Goodbye to the trees
Goodbye to the people that hate to see me leave
But you know I’ll come around and visit someday
But only if the POTUS lets me back in the states
Pack all my bags and cut off my hair
Cut all my ties and get me outta here
I’m not sure how long I’m gonna be gone
NC