The  Traveling Man

I’m a trav’ling man.

I’ve traveled far.

I drive long distances by car.

Sometimes I stop

to check my load,

but then I head on

down the road.

The roads I like to

travel most

are those that stretch

from coast to coast.

But I don’t care, I don’t complain,

when I drive down a shady lane.

I like the streets in quiet towns

where I’m the only car around.

I’ll put my foot down on the gas

when I head up a mountain pass

and ease my car to very slow

where signs say kids will likely go.

I’m a trav’ing man.

I just go on.

I sleep at night.

And drive at dawn.

I’m a trav’ling man.