Higher Ground

Teacher used to say
"Boy, pay attention or you'll never make it out of this town"
Daddy used to say
"Son, when you gonna get a job and quit messing around?"
I guess some live and die by nine-to-five
But I ain't trying to just get by
Cus if we only got a hundred years tops
In this American Dream we got, boy, best believe

You can find me
Rolling like a stone
Blowing in the wind
Down some highway
Like smoke in the air on a Colorado breeze
Don't know how to come down
I'm doing fine with my head in the clouds
And these boots planted on some higher ground

Call me black sheep, hippie, even modern-day gypsy
I never been in one place long enough for anyone to miss me
Running down the road, trying to loosen my load
A hundred miles 'til New Mexico
Me, myself, and a one-man caravan
Killing nothin but time, leaving nothing but tracks

You can find me
Rolling like a stone
Blowing in the wind
Down some highway
Like smoke in the air on a Colorado breeze
Don't know how to come down
I'm doing fine with my head in the clouds
And these boots planted on some higher ground

Well, there's a little more green in my smoke
A little more rock in my roll
A little more than that same old, same old

You can find me
Rolling like a stone
Blowing in the wind
Down some highway
Like smoke in the air on a Colorado breeze
Don't know how to come down
I'm doing fine with my head in the clouds
And these boots planted on some higher ground
Higher ground
And these boots
Lord, these boots
Planted on some higher ground