Travelling Man Songtext / Lyric

Yeah yeah

I heard the crunch of the gravel

Yeah he got to be a hobo man

And I'm walkin down the road like a bulldog slip now

Yeah I bet you good time and a bulldog dog, well

And I bet you two sticks, and a home, and a dog

And by tomorrow morning you'll be travellin' on yeah

Yeah you got to be on

Ah hah, hah, hah, you got to be a travellin' man






With your girl in your hair and you feel at home

You got to get on the road somewhere

And then you beat down the highway, with a bone

And in a tatter on fire with a rattlin' bone yeah



Yeah you be alseep with me baby on the side of the road

And I got to be a travelin' man

Snap to the phone baby real real slow and I got to tell you all that I can

I got to go down the road, down the trail now



Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah ah ah ah ah

Ah ah I let it go to my head by day

And grab a smoke, and like a crow, I'll grab a can if I have a say

And baby I'm fast, I brung it with me, and may be calling on a pile of?

And baby I'll been staying over yonder, and a porch till the first of May