I got a used leather jacket and an old
Pair of boots
With holes in the soles
And my 501 blues have seen better
Of days
Now I don't have a place that'll keep
Me warm
And I can call my own
When you ain't got any money you can't
Pay no rent
And you're out
I'm gonna be all right
So I pack my bags and ride into the sunset
I don't know where I'm gonna go but
That don't matter at all
I got a college degree that means
Nothing to me
And I ain't got a job
'Cause I don't want anybody telling me
What to do
I got bad reputation and a story
To match
So leave me alone
The wind at my heels and the sound of
My wheels keep me going
Yes I'm gonna be all right
So I pack my bags and ride into
The sunset
I don't know where I'm gonna go but
That don't matter at all
I'm gonna do it my way and I don't
Change for no one
Yeah I'm living on the edge and I got
Nothing to lose
So I keep my motor running
All through this endless summer night
And there's no one who can touch me
It's only me and my wheels

So I pack my bags and ride into the sunset
I don't know where I'm gonna go but
That don't matter at all
I'm gonna do it my way
And I don't change for no one
'Cause I'm living on the edge
And I got nothing to lose
So I pack my bags and ride into the sunset
I don't know where I'm gonna go but
That don't matter at all
I'm gonna do it my way
And I don't change for no one
'Cause I'm living on the edge and I got
Nothing to lose

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): MIKE TRAMP, VITO BRATTA