Man Without a Country by Bob Barrick

I'm a man without a country
There is no land that I call home
Well-meaning folks think me a refugee
As if this weren't a choice my own

I was once a wayward child
Who said all that a kid could be damned
I never learned to love the good life
I don't suspect you'll understand

And I know you wonder who I think I am
And where on earth I got the nerve
And I salute the barren flagpole
There is no ideal that I serve

I am a zealot for existence
Allegiance only on the breeze
And I kneel only for the riverside
And I stand only for the trees

I have four walls and a foundation
As far away as I can get
From all the yellow-bellied socialites
And expectations that they set

I was not put here to impress them
I was not put here to regret
But while I'm here, I can remember
I guess I'm settling a debt

I will not stand up and be counted
And I will not serve foreign laws
I will not live to line the pockets
Of shadows and revolving doors

Upon my head they've put a bounty
And they will try me if they can
For I'm a man without a country
I don't suspect they'll understand

I'm a man without a country
I don't suspect you'll understand