| Sitting at the busstop, folks are passing by
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| I’ve been walking all these roads, I’m desperate for a ride
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| My hands are all cold, but I still play nice
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| I’ve got to earn some cash, to get me through the night
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| I may look like a drifter
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| But I’m a travelling man
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| No I ain’t no wanderer
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| I’m just a travelling man
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| Went down to the railroad, hoping for a train to come
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| Gotta leave this city, I’ve been here for far too long
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| Got nothing left to live for, my work here is done
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| I Gotta catch that train, to move it all along
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| I may look like a drifter
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| But I’m a travelling man
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| No I ain’t no wanderer
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| I’m just a travelling man
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| Standing at the crossroads, tell me what’s it gonna be
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| Played in every town, and now I am down on my knees.
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| I am the king of the road, but I’ve been hurting my feet
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| I am travelling man, but a home is what I need
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| I may look like a drifter
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| But I’m a travelling man
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| No I ain’t no wanderer
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| I’m just a travelling man
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| I may look like a drifter
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| But I’m a travelling man |