TRAVELLIN' MAN
I was born a trav'lin' man, that's all I'll ever be.
Movin' around from town to town, that's what makes me so free.
My father was a trucker for the years of twenty-three,
on the day that I was born his truck was left to me.
I'm the trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man, that's what I am.
Trav'lin' man, that's what I am, mama puts a load on me.
You see me once or maybe twice, that's all you'll see of me.
All you pretty women, Lord, I hope you'll understand,
don't be fallin' in love, just call in a trav'lin' man.
I'm the trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man, that's what I am.
Trav'lin' man, that's what I am; guess I'll always be.
Trav'lin' man, that's what I am but at in the least I'm free.
Trav'lin' man, oh that's-a what I am.
Trav'lin' man, that's what I am, Lord, I move so fast.
I have had so many women, none of them have last.
I am a steady mover, movin' fast as sound,
always be some time for always movin' around.
I'm the trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man,
trav'lin' man, oh that's-a what I am.
Trav'lin' man.
- Ronnie Van Zant & Leon Wilkeson
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