(ba-da-dada, ba-da-dada.)
(ba-da-dada, ba-da-dada-da.)
(ba-da-dada, ba-da-dada.)
(ba-da-dada, ba-da-dada-da.)
Well, i'm the son of a trav'ling man
And though i'm partial to shackin'
Railroad whistles and freighter horns
Turn me on, and i'm packing
Seattle
Savannah
Orlando or anywhere.
Chicago
st. louis
Sheboygan
I'm going there.
Though i know that i love you
And the feeling's so good
If you love me too i'm warnin' you
Don't count on me forever
We can have a ball together
But up-front i am admittin'
Come the feelin'
I'll be splittin'
Tacoma
Pomona
Don't know
Where i'm headin' for
There's one thing
I'm sure of
Just as soon as i get there, baby
I'll be feelin' like tav'lin' on once more
(ba-da-dada, ba-da-dada.)
(ba-da-dada-da.)
(ba-da-dada, ba-da-dada.)
(ba-da-dada...)
Baby, now that you understand
Well, there's no reason for sorrow
Y'know that i'm the son of a trav'lin' man
Here today, gone tomorrow
Baby, now that you understand
Well, there's no reason for sorrow
Y'know that i'm the son of a trav'lin' man
Here today, gone tomorrow
From boston
To charleston
Wherever the four winds blow.
I'm restless
I'm ready
There's a rainbow
For me to follow
Anywhere that it leads me, i must go
(ba-da-dada, ba-da-dada.)
(ba-da-dada-da.)
Milwaukee
Muskegon
Miami
My heart is there.
Atlanta
New orleans
(ba-da-dada,) columbus
(ba-da-dada-da,) or anywhere
(ba-da-dada,) biloxi
(ba-da-dada,) or philly
(ba-da-dada,) toledo
(ba-da-dada-da...)
