Travelling Man
Wandering Souls: Embracing the Traveler's Blues
Lyrics
I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home
I live a nomadic lifestyle, and the road is where I feel at home.
Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone
My presence is transient; today I'm here, but tomorrow I'll be elsewhere.
From the Mexican line to the windy city
I travel from the Mexican border to the windy city.
Ain't got much to loose
I don't have much to risk or give up.
And all I need is a good old country-blues
All I require is the comfort of good old country-blues music.
Gypsy woman told my mama on the day that I was born
A fortune-telling woman predicted to my mother that I would be a wanderer.
You got a boy child coming, he's gonna be a rolling stone
I am the son she foresaw, destined to be a rolling stone, always on the move.
Mama locked the windows, barred the door
Despite efforts to keep me grounded, it was futile.
But friends it was no use
My mother tried to protect me by locking windows and doors.
'Cause I was born with the traveling fever blues
However, my innate urge to travel prevailed; I was born with the desire for a nomadic lifestyle.
I'm a picker and a singer, don't have much company
I am both a skilled guitar player and a singer but find myself often alone.
The breeze in the trees is all I got for harmony
The sounds of nature, like the wind in the trees, are my only companionship.
Restless blood runs through my veins
I have an unquiet spirit running through my veins.
I got fever in my shoes
There is a restless energy in me, akin to a fever, especially in my feet.
And all I need is a good old country-blues
Despite this, the remedy I seek is the solace found in good old country-blues.
Put my thumb in the wind, tryin' to catch a ride
I hitchhike, relying on the wind to guide me and searching for a ride.
Got a little bit of something, help me make it through the night
With a little something to sustain me, I strive to endure the night.
I got no home, no fixed address
I lack a permanent residence and live without a fixed address.
But that's the life I choose
Yet, this is the life I've chosen for myself.
And all I need is a good old country-blues
My essential requirement remains the comforting embrace of good old country-blues.
I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home
I reiterate that I am a traveler, finding my home on the highway.
Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone
Just as quickly as I appeared, I'll be gone tomorrow.
From the Mexican line to the windy city
My journey spans from the Mexican border to the bustling Windy City.
Ain't got much to loose
I possess little to risk or leave behind.
And all I need is a good old country-blues
Throughout my travels, the constant companion I seek is the solace of good old country-blues.
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