I was totin' my pack along the long dusty Winnemucca road,
When along came a semi with a high an' canvas-covered load.
"If you're goin' to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride."
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside.
He asked me if I'd seen a road with so much dust and sand.
And I said, "Listen, I've traveled every road in this here land!"
[Chorus:]
I've been everywhere, man.
I've been everywhere, man.
Crossed the desert's bare, man.
I've breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I've had my share, man.
I've been everywhere.
Okay, unlike Johnny Cash, I didn't cross the desert's bare, man, but I've been to New York State, New Jersey, Delaware, Washington DC, Maryland, Virginia, Pennsylvania + Vermont + saw lots and lots of art + it was wonderful + I'd do it for the next year if I could afford the time, money + there was a way of bringing good dog Angus along. The best thing about traveling, duh-uh, is seeing new things + places + making personal discoveries, which hopefully will re-appear, regurgitated in future art...