Travellin' Man
The Dead South
| | | | Well this is a song about a travellin' man who knows just what he wants He thinks he's got it all figured out and tries not to take too much He's spent a lot of time tryin' this and that and he knows just what he likes And he ain't goin' back | | | | | | | | | Well I've got spiders in my bed and I've got slugs up on the wall There's a black bee a flyin' round outside of my back door I'm weather worn my shirt is torn I got dirt comin' out my ears From being gone all these years | | | | | | | | | Well one half of my head keeps singing songs of years of old While the other sheds its skin on aggregates of minerals I'm a cask of oak, I'm whiskey soaked, been runnin' down the line Aw pour me another one honey I'm doin' fine | | | | | | | | | And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like Kicking up dirt while I'm on the run, double whiskey_ no ice And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like A pretty la_dy and sing along songs, it'll take me through the night | | | | | | | | | Well I got sand in my shoes and I got dirt between my toes There's a calm before the storm I hear or so the story goes I'm dancing in it now, got a sweaty brow, I can feel it coursing through my veins Aw look out baby I'm comin' through when it rains And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like Kicking up dirt while I'm on the run, double whiskey_ no ice And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like A pretty la_dy and sing along songs, it'll take me through the night | | | | | | | | | And I've been gone for so very long Baby don't think twice, you know I'll be alright I've got an absence without leave I've got an ace tucked up my sleeve With sticks and stones we'll take the throne And make some history And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like Kicking up dirt while I'm on the run, double whiskey_ no ice And I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like A pretty la_dy and sing along songs, it'll take me through the night
