I’m going down that highway,

goin’ to another town,

baby, when I find what I’m looking for

then maybe I’ll settle down.

Why don’t you help me, brother,

I’m a stranger in your town,

why don’t you help me, sister,

then maybe I’ll settle down.

I’ve worked my way from Boston

to that San Francisco Bay,

baby, what I was lookin’ for

I couldn’t find along the way.

Never been contented,

no matter where I roam,

it ain’t no fun just settin’ in the sun

when you’re far away from home.

I’ve worked in the mills in Pittsburgh

and the hills of Tennessee,

baby, all I want is to find a job

that will set my mind at ease.