Traveling Alone
This morning, if it all would go
Funny thing, it wouldn't phase me none
Might feel like I just got home
You know I always had a taste for traveling alone
Only get this one time round
Better speak up straight, better speak up proud
Good Lord, if he's not at home
Well, I always had a taste for traveling alone
Oh, If I had a son
I would make him laugh, I would teach him something
I'd say, "Son, you gotta hold your own
And it's good to have a taste for traveling alone"
Oh, If I had a love
I would say, "Man, got to keep up
Got to lay down, baby, feed my soul
'Cause you know I got a taste for traveling alone"
Oh, If I had a song
I would sing it now, wouldn't take too long
I'd sing, "Goodness is a real bare bone"
And it's what you do when you're traveling alone
Down south, baby, in the heat
I was raised up right, I was raised so sweet
Sweetness ain't gonna get you home
You're bound to get a taste of traveling alone
I know that the world is mean
I know it don't care, I been around, I seen it
It's like a pretty girl who don't even know
I guess everybody here is traveling alone
Cigarettes and a pick up truck
I'm gonna leave this town now, I got to press my luck
Ocean gonna break so slow
You know, I always had a taste for traveling alone
Funny thing, it wouldn't phase me none
Might feel like I just got home
You know I always had a taste for traveling alone
Only get this one time round
Better speak up straight, better speak up proud
Good Lord, if he's not at home
Well, I always had a taste for traveling alone
Oh, If I had a son
I would make him laugh, I would teach him something
I'd say, "Son, you gotta hold your own
And it's good to have a taste for traveling alone"
Oh, If I had a love
I would say, "Man, got to keep up
Got to lay down, baby, feed my soul
'Cause you know I got a taste for traveling alone"
Oh, If I had a song
I would sing it now, wouldn't take too long
I'd sing, "Goodness is a real bare bone"
And it's what you do when you're traveling alone
Down south, baby, in the heat
I was raised up right, I was raised so sweet
Sweetness ain't gonna get you home
You're bound to get a taste of traveling alone
I know that the world is mean
I know it don't care, I been around, I seen it
It's like a pretty girl who don't even know
I guess everybody here is traveling alone
Cigarettes and a pick up truck
I'm gonna leave this town now, I got to press my luck
Ocean gonna break so slow
You know, I always had a taste for traveling alone
Credits
Writer(s): Tift Merritt
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