Lyrics:

I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home

Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone

From the Mexican line to the windy city

Ain't got much to loose

And all I need is a good old country-blues



Gypsy woman told my mama on the day that I was born

You got a boy child coming, he's gonna be a rolling stone

Mama locked the windows, barred the door

But friends it was no use

'Cause I was born with the traveling fever blues



I'm a picker and a singer, don't have much company

The breeze in the trees is all I got for harmony

Restless blood runs through my veins

I got fever in my shoes

And all I need is a good old country-blues



Put my thumb in the wind, tryin' to catch a ride

Got a little bit of something, help me make it through the night

I got no home, no fixed address

But that's the life I choose

And all I need is a good old country-blues



I'm a traveling man and the highway is my home

Here today, tomorrow I'll be gone

From the Mexican line to the windy city

Ain't got much to loose

And all I need a good old country-blues