fealty

I sing each night for my supper

I work each day for my pay

And at end of each adventure 

I head on my way

I wasn't made a puppet

I cut off all my strings 

I was made a traveling man

I  wasn't made for rings

A lonely life it is sometimes 

Sometimes it can be trying 

But better far a life nomadic 

Than sitting still and dying

I owe no lord fealty

I call no land home

I wander the world over

Destined for to roam