I am a traveling man, a traveling man.
I never stay too long. I take a job and leave it. But when I stop, I hunker down And search out long-forgotten friends, Kindred, broken, torn-up, souls The grown-ups leave behind And they hang on by the tassels To crumbs left for the dogs. And I take down their stories To tell the world about the ones That chose the most unwanted roles So that others could be the winners. For someone has to lose in life. Someone has to be the one That falls behind. It’s an important part, And there is much to learn From being broken and despised. But it is easy to forget. And so I take notes. I write it down And then hold it up before the world In all its gruesome beauty. A traveling man, a traveling man, And I never stay too long. I take a job. I write it down. I tell the story. I leave the town. And all because I’m a traveling man, A traveling man, a traveling man.
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