The Traveling Kind

The Traveling Kind

I’m a traveling man you ought to know
I can’t stay long anywhere I go
I was born to run, not walk the line
So I’m telling you baby, I’m the traveling kind

Well the highway called and I said goodbye
To my mom and daddy on the mountain side
Just a barefoot boy, not yet a man
Had the urge to wonder all around this land

Had many a girl try to tie me down
Left’em all a crying and rode outta town
Cause I can’t be free with a ball and chain
So I wave goodbye from an old freight train.