On the stroke of ten I slipped into the van and hid myself behind some boxes Waitin' for the driver yeah The first time I was lucky For the van took me to Kentucky The first time too I slept in a railway station I woke up wondering you're running to nowhere But at the same time I was here, oh and I didn't care Oh where am I accompanied by Good hopes, and believe me I'll get by Yeah, I'm a runnin', well I'm a runnin' I'm a runnin' till I can't go on Till I find where I belong Yeah I'm a runnin' oh I'm a runnin' till I can't go on Till I find where I belong So I ramble through the country and most of the time nature doesn't care less about me And sometimes when I'm alone I hear my father say: Son you gotta do something Take that advice from me now So I drop down to South Carolina With a little luck and a little sunshine yeah I say, here I stay, here I pray for happiness, oh every day But until now I'm a runnin' yeah, I'm a runnin' I'm runnin' till I can't go on Till I find where I belong