Traveller's Blues. Written and performed by Hank Eliot.
"I'm just a weary traveller
That's all I am dear sir
Just a weary old traveller
Travelling through this world
I tell my troubles to strangers
I tell it to them well
But the strangers never listen
Never listen to the troubles I tell
I spent my whole life rambling
I spent my whole life rambling round
But since the day I left my home
Peace I have never found
Ain't got no earthly possessions
Ain't got nothing to call my own
In this wild and wicked world boys
I was born to roam
Now I have got to be moving
I've got to be moving on
I'll pack up in the night boys
And daybreak I'll be gone
'Cause I'm just a weary traveller
That's all I am dear sir
Just a weary old traveller
Travelling through this world"
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