Lyrics
Kickin' rocks
Engaging in a passive, aimless activity
Hands in his pockets
Being idle, possibly feeling lost or uncertain
Shoulders slumped real low
Displaying a defeated or dejected posture
Where does the orphan go
Questioning the destination or path of an orphan
Sticks his thumb out to what seem like friendly drivers
Seeking help from strangers, looking for acceptance
Anyone to take him in
Expressing a need for companionship and belonging
Where you headed
Curious about the destination or intentions
Is what they're always asking
Consistently inquiring about plans or direction
Hell I'm just lookin' for a friend
Desiring friendship and connection
If I wasn't here I'd be
Imagining a scenario of aimlessness elsewhere
Kickin' rocks
Repetition of earlier action, highlighting a cycle
Hands in my pockets
Reiteration of a state of aimlessness
Shoulders slumped real low
Portraying a consistent feeling of desolation
Where does the orphan go
Reiterating the uncertainty about the orphan's direction
Drop me off up there by a lonely tavern
Requesting to be left at a solitary place
I'll stumble in
Indicating a desire to enter despite isolation
What'll it be
Question from the bartender about preferences
Says the bartender
Expressing a longing for familial connection
Hell I'm just lookin' for some kin
Desire for belongingness instead of just a drink
If I wasn't here I'd be
Imagining aimlessness in another scenario
Kickin' rocks
Repeating the cycle of wandering
Hands in my pockets
Restating a state of aimless wandering
Shoulders slumped real low
Continued portrayal of desolation
Where does the orphan go
Repetition of uncertainty about the orphan's path
I'll tip my hat head for the door
Symbolic gesture of departure and movement
Let the wind blow me along
Acceptance of fate or destiny, going with the flow
Leavin' town the sheriff stops me down
Encountering authority questioning identity and purpose
Wants to know who I am
Requesting identification, reminiscing about the past
Says he remembers when I was young
Recognizing familiarity from earlier times
How ya been
Asking about the passage of time and well-being
It's what ten twenty years
Commenting on the duration that has passed
I see life brought you here
Observing the impact of life's journey on the orphan
Kickin' rocks
Reiteration of aimless activity
Hands in my pockets
Continued state of being lost or uncertain
Shoulders slumped real low
Reinforcing the desolate posture and state
Where does the orphan go
Questioning the orphan's direction repeatedly
Kickin' rocks
Repetition of aimless wandering
Hands in my pockets
Continued portrayal of being adrift
Shoulders slumped real low
Consistently displaying a defeated posture
Tell me
Seeking an answer to the orphan's destination
Where does the orphan go
Reiterating the question about the orphan's path
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