TRAVELLIN' MAN



I was born a trav'lin' man, that's all I'll ever be.

Movin' around from town to town, that's what makes me so free.

My father was a trucker for the years of twenty-three,

on the day that I was born his truck was left to me.



I'm the trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man, that's what I am.



Trav'lin' man, that's what I am, mama puts a load on me.

You see me once or maybe twice, that's all you'll see of me.

All you pretty women, Lord, I hope you'll understand,

don't be fallin' in love, just call in a trav'lin' man.



I'm the trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man, that's what I am.



Trav'lin' man, that's what I am; guess I'll always be.

Trav'lin' man, that's what I am but at in the least I'm free.



Trav'lin' man, oh that's-a what I am.



Trav'lin' man, that's what I am, Lord, I move so fast.

I have had so many women, none of them have last.

I am a steady mover, movin' fast as sound,

always be some time for always movin' around.



I'm the trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man,

trav'lin' man, oh that's-a what I am.



Trav'lin' man.



- Ronnie Van Zant & Leon Wilkeson