Lyrics:
Traveling SundayIs fine west of hereMost folks are staying at homeIf you want to come onYou better meet me thereCause I've got some country to ownWith the short stops made for runninA big glass to let the sun inAnd serve you in a real time movieWith the tracks point past the vultureStraight out to countercultureThere's no other place to find me, thenOn this rolling homeTime goes by so slowI'd get off but it's my rolling homeThe one of you gets inTrouble right thereIs the other in chains by your sideBut days have been luckyThere've been no cement floorsBut don't bet it all we've got some timeCause in the land of the moving sunsAnd moons that fly one by oneProvided shades don't shut against themCause in the mind of the sleepy eyedAnd heavy armed and slumber triedThere's one spot never apprehensiveTo goOn this rolling homeTime goes by so slowI'd get off but it's my rolling homeStreaked streets all stand betweenThe fields that tuck you inAs you lay on a seat you claim to ownI'll never recall a singleStranger friendBut inside I've never left my rolling homeSo if your night's sleep's interruptedYour sleep's dreams gets corruptedBy a steady rolling thunderOr a day's drive gets delayedA route you'd never take>From now on you'll never have to wonderOn this rolling homeTime goes by so slowI'd get off but it's my rolling homeOn this rolling homeOn this rolling homeOn this rolling homeI roam