When I was young and in my prime I had a woman and her future by my side But the four winds blow and the grass don't grow 'Round the feet of a man with travelin' in his hide So I threw off all the shackles and the chains Said goodbye to what's her name And I suffered through the cold September rain Heading back to freedom once again Well, I tried my luck on a fiery buck In back of ramblin' two-room ranchin' shack There ain't nothing worse than a buckskin horse With a mind of his own and a saddle on his back For riding he just didn't seem to care So he left me there in the dusty air And I suffered through the insults and the pain Of landing on my backside once again Well, I broke my back laying down the track For the railroad that was making its way out West But I had no feel for the cold hard steel And a job that gave no time for a man to rest So I said goodbye and headed North for gold Staked my claim on a salted* vein And I suffered through the hunger and the cold All I found was a young man growing old I drank my fill of the barroom swill Danced 'til the sun was a jewel in the morning sky I used my fist for a goodnight kiss On the face of a man with evil in his eye Then I stumbled through the morning feeling ill Till I fell with a thud in the rain and the mud And I suffered through a day or two in jail Then I headed back to the freedom of the trail Well, the years have flown but the times I've known Were better than a poke in the eye with a rusty nail If a man will try and a man don't lie to himself Then his life can be a hell of a tale To change my life I wouldn't give a dime And when I go the books will show That I suffered from my birth right through my prime Now I'm heading back to freedom, one last time