Soles
See, I'm this ramblin' pagan
I don't believe in no fancy God in a fancy leather book
See, I'm this ramblin' pagan
I pray to the road in wandering worn shoes
I don't talk no chapter and verse, sing no rising hymn
I just whistle to the open road, my face against a cool breeze
It's Fall a comin'
A season a changin',
But this ramblin' pagan prays when he's walkin' on leather soles