Traveling On

I must be traveling on, my friend, said the joker to the thief

This little town is a dead end, I see the turning of the leaves

The autumn winds came blowing in, it's time for the outlaws to ride

I said, my friend, you will know it when the last of the cowboys has died

Traveling on, till I'm gone

Traveling on, till I'm gone

Traveling on

I must be traveling on, my dear, he said to his beloved

I'll be back, love, never fear, as the stars shown up above them

The biting winds of winter swept all across the midwestern plain