, done stayed around this old town too long And it seems like I've gotta travel on And it seems like I've gotta travel on Papa writes to Johnny, Johnny
' on Done laid around, done stayed around this old town too long And I feel like I gotta travel on And I feel like I gotta travel, done laid around Done
I ever knew Everything's turning but mostly just turning out wrong What's lost was once burning and finally the day seems so long And it's Gullible's Travels
astray With no one to help me see along on my way Until I heard Jesus calling saying Come unto me and I'm traveling on and on Oh Lord I'm traveling on
travels on a gravel road True love travels on a gravel road True love travels on a gravel road True love travels on a gravel road True love travels
yes winter's coming on I've laid around and played around this old town too long And I feel like I gotta travel on Travel on, travel on travel, on
bright and fair I feel like traveling on No pain nor death can inner there I feel like traveling on Yes I feel like traveling on I feel like traveling on
slow. Boy, honor her mother Whatever you do a??Cause the worth of a man shea??ll take that from you. When shea??s on her way And shea??s on her way. Shea??s on
on I've laid around and played around this old town too long And I feel like I've gotta travel on And I feel like I've gotta travel on
in my own dispair I'm a traveler on faith But that vision in my mind Can take a long long time So I've got to wait I read the books On the way to each
you travel travel on Ah look down look down that lonesome road before you travel travel on Ah look down look down that lonesome road before you travel travel on
travel on And I feel like I've gotta travel on And I feel like I've gotta travel on And I feel like I've gotta travel on
astray With no one to help me along on my way Until I heard Jesus calling saying come unto me And I'm traveling on and on Oh Lord I'm traveling on
Well I love no one and I don't care who knows Don't care if you're far away, don't give a damn if you're close I'm the vacant distraction of a broken
to go Six hundred miles an hour And still it feels so slow I'm trying to get back to Burlington To a square in the center of town To a spot on a wooden
Everybody's constitutional Bargain back room sale Waoh I, yea Like it or lump it And if it's back is turned Then jump it or bump it or pump it Have your tea and crumpet On
dream on, oh to dream on Oh, what's sincere What is fake Why do they fear for my own sake What magic rule will I break Oh, to dream on, oh, to dream
Doorway finds a highway and I'm leaving Wish me well and send me on my way Goodbyes and sunrise always leave me feeling That there's no one here to show
