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Travellin' Man Lyrics

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 aint 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 Awe pour me another one honey I'm doin' fine
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 Well I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
A pretty lady and sing along songs, to take me through the night
I got sand in my shoes and I got dirt between my toes There's calm before the storm I hear or so the story goes
I'm dancing in it now, got a sweaty brow, I feel it coursing through my veins Awe look out baby I'm comin' through when it rains
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 Well I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
A pretty lady and sing along songs, to take me through the night
Solo
And I've been gone for so very long
Baby don't think twice, I know we'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
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 Well I don't know where I belong but I know just what I like
A pretty lady and sing along songs, to take me through the night
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Good Company (2014)
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