my first memories are Mama's cigarette smoke and a red and white car I must have been three we were heading north on 59 with the wind in my face, it was summertime I was a gypsy then and I'm still the same eighteen in a small town joint I'm playing for beer 'cause that's the point nothing else to lose I had hair down to me knees I go where I want and I do what I please and I'm still the same still the same chorus: I am a stranger to this place no roots to bind me there's no reason to stay I am a stranger to this place 'do not disturb' hanging on the door bed is made but I'm on the floor in another motel I don't know the name of this place I don't look in the mirror when I wash my face 'cause nothing ever changes nothing ever changes chorus well I'm always on my hands and knees but you would not call it praying and the first town where I find a friend is the place where I'll be staying my first memories are cigarette smoke and a red and white car I might have been, might have been might have been free, back then chorus stranger everywhere