The Travelin' Man Lyrics

The travelin man

He has no plan but to stick it to the man

He's carryin' a gun in the back of his pants

Talkin bout communists

He's got some boots and roughed up fists

And he walks around like he's up to bat

He drives them wild in a seesaw style

But she would have none of that

He said oh dear why won't you believe

He said cause your impossible to please

She said I'll be back in a few

He said that's cool cause I'll be gone too

The travelin man started a band

Rock n roll was the way to go

But the cops found all their contraband

And sent them running down the road

Along the way he found a maid

And married her the next day

They had a kid and raised him well

I did not know what to say

Till one night he never came home

I guess he wanted to be alone

Standing in a puddle

He began to mumble

Something bout the reds, the whites, the men in tights

The travelin man on the road again

Said he'd like to bargin

Although he has nothin

He pretends that's it's somethin

And begs others to see it to

Anyone foolish enough to follow

Will join him in the midst of the garden

Stumped by his mad lib sorrow

You start to see a clue

A hand written note

With a rather silly quote

From Andrew Jackson to Ben Franklin

The travelin' man has been born again

He's washed his hands and turned away from sin