The heavy bag shouldered on my back Ive left my home town with it I paddle an old my bycycle The driver who I met in my way Dont you get on my car? No Its all right Do if you throw that away? I never done Whats in your bag? Its a precious thing You must throw that away. I dont think so I know what I can get better if I throw this away but I take this So its my pride and courage Even if I the way lasts endlessly