Evans He's the king of the road, the old man, the child The joker runnin' wild, makin' it funny He's of no fixed abode when he carries the load He'll do anything he can to make it funny. But he'll never say die if he's livin' a lie Pick up his hat and go If there's reason to cry, he'll just make it a sigh And wander on down the road. He's a natural friend with no money to lend Or whatever it takes to turn you on to He's the father, the son, he don't owe anyone And his debts are all paid with his confection. Then he'll wander away with no time in his way Pick up his hat and go He'll never say die if he's livin' a lie Just wander on down the road Wander on down the road. And he'll wander away with no time in his way Pick up his hat and go He'll never say die if he's livin' a lie Just wandered on down the road Wandered on down the road Wandered on down the road. Aahhh ...