John

[Intro]
One, two, three

[Verse 1]
Brown water brushes up against boulders
On Galveston Island sits my buddy John
He's been in the shop, fixin' up furniture
Damaged by floods that have come and have gone

[Verse 2]
He's a modern-day Kerouac and wannabe Banksy
Silent, unsettled, a victim of time
Now the cold winds are callin', with the north on his mind
He'll be leaving this island for state forty-nine

[Chorus]
Seekers, and searchers, and drifters like me
Let it roll, let it ride, let it be

[Verse 3]
Way up in Alaska, from May to Septembеr
He works off the coast, livin' life off thе grid
Just a'haulin' up nets, chock full of sockeye
Those beautiful bastards are gold bars with fins

[Verse 4]
This Bristol Bay life, it's a far cry from Houston
Where all our old buddies wear coats and wear ties
And we'll raise up our glasses because they're all kickin' asses
Most folks ain't wired like John and I

[Chorus]
Seekers, and searchers, and drifters like me
Let it roll, let it ride, let it be

[Verse 5]
He hauled in this season over three hundred thousand
Now he's back on the island, just-a driftin' away
He's made enough money to keep up this livin'
And head back up north to Alaska come may

[Verse 6]
So to all you young seeker and all you young searchers
And all you young drifters, like John and like me
Oh, livin' ain't easy when you don't have money
But money means nothin' when you ain't livin' free

[Chorus]
Seekers, and searchers, and drifters like me
Let it roll, let it ride, let it be