I see the sun rise is a creep ing in;

ev ’ry thing chang es like the des ert wind.

Here she comes, and then she’s gone a gain, and...

I’m just a trav ’ller on this earth,

sure as my heart’s be hind the pock et of my shirt.

I’ll just keep roll ing till I’m in the dirt, ’cause I’m a trav ’ller,

oh, I’m a trav ’ller.

I could n’t tell you, hon ey, I don’t know

where I’m go ing, but I’ve got to go;

’cause ev ’ry turn re veals some oth er road, and I’m a trav ’ller,

oh, I’m a trav ’ller.

My heart beat’s rhy thm is a lone some sound,

just like the rub ber turn ing on the ground,

al ways lost and and she’s no where bound.

and...

I’m just a trav ’ller on this earth,

sure as my heart’s be hind the pock et of my shirt.

I’ll just keep roll ing till I’m in the dirt, ’cause I’m a trav ’ller,

oh, I’m a trav ’ller.

I could n’t tell you, hon ey, I don’t know

where I’m go ing, but I’ve got to go;

’cause ev ’ry turn re veals some oth er road, and I’m a trav ’ller,

oh, I’m a trav ’ller.

When I’m gone,

some bod y else will have to feel this wrong,

some bod y else will have to sing this song,

some bod y else will have to sing a long,

sing a long.