The Traveler's Warning Lyrics

Don't go running o'er that hill

Don't go wandering through that field

There's an old man with a shotgun

His heart is in the ground

So if you're bound to ramble it's best to ramble 'round

Don't go running through them trees

Don't go wading through them weeds

There's an old man with the money

And he'll take your child and wife

So if you're bound to ramble you best protect your life

There's nowhere left to go, it's plain to see

Nowhere left in the land of the free

Don't go swimming 'cross that stream

Don't go into that garden green

Though your belly might be aching

Feet begin to bleed

Get back in that caravan, take this advice from me

There's nowhere left to go, it's plain to see

Nowhere left in the land of the free

Chain link fences and fire

A nation of liars

A child locked tight in a cage

Family ties soon forgotten

And liberty rotten

Now that grandmother's laid in the grave

Follow me to the border

Stand shoulder to shoulder

Together like rock and like stone

No more nation of dreamers

Just twisted redeemers

Who built a church on stolen earth

And filled it up with blood and bone