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I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home
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Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone
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From the Mexican line to the windy city
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Ain't got much to loose
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And all I need is a good old country-blues
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Gypsy woman told my mama on the day that I was born
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You got a boy child coming, he's gonna be a rolling stone
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Mama locked the windows, barred the door
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But friends it was no use
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'Cause I was born with the traveling fever blues
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I'm a picker and a singer, don't have much company
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The breeze in the trees is all I got for harmony
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Restless blood runs through my veins
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I got fever in my shoes
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And all I need is a good old country-blues
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Put my thumb in the wind, tryin' to catch a ride
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Got a little bit of something, help me make it through the night
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I got no home, no fixed address
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But that's the life I choose
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And all I need is a good old country-blues
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I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home
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Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone
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From the Mexican line to the windy city
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Ain't got much to loose
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And all I need is a good old country-blues
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Traveling Man
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| Hans Theessink |
