The Musings of the Traveling Man

The old man in green
Holds a sign that says
Your comets coming son
So say your prays

And these are the musings of the traveling man

A million trapped ants
All making their way
For the road is life
And today's payday

And these are the musings of the traveling man

One for the road to get his kicks
His mind moves slow as his wild tongue ticks

Your brother said to him
Friend where you headed?
Well I don't know where
But I'll know when I get there

And these are the musings of the traveling man

These are the musings of the travelling man
He came through your town
In your brother's van
He could be a poet
The best there's ever been
But he's hooked on jazz, pot, booze and benzedrine



Credits
Writer(s): Dean Salant
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