Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Steve Young
Oh Lord I am a traveling man
And my daddy so was he
And every day when the sun goes down
Oh my lord I must be free
Hey listen to the sound of the fallin' rain
Listen to the wail of a southbound train
That's a lonely sound and a lonely sight
I'm a lonely man in a lonely night
Hey, the rich man has no use for me
Nor have I any use for he
He'll judge a man by the clothes he wears
Judge I a man by the burden he bears
Aha, rich man, you know the laugh's on you
You live and die by another man's rule
And when we both are dead and gone
The legend of my kind will still live on
Go play with your houses of white and wood
Live your life like you think you should
I'll ride these rails until I die
If I get lonely I'll just have to ride
Hey listen to the sound of the fallin' rain
Listen to the wail of a southbound train
That's a lonely sound and a lonely sight
I'm a lonely man in a lonely night
Oh lord I am a traveling man