Travelin' Man
Oh, traveling man
Umbrella, suitcase in his hands
Will you ever reach the land
You've been dreaming of my friend
Oh, boy of lust
Full of all these foreign dawns and dusks
She's way younger than your unborn brother
She's much better than your own true lover
Will you lay hands upon girls of the night?
His coat is thin
The road is long
The air is thick
The loss too strong
Will you grieve over the ones you left behind?
The light is faint
The words are few
The cake is plain
The lies are true
Oh, traveling man
Mexican man
Nothing but a suitcase in his hand
Will you ever reach the land
Of opportunities my friend
Himalaya, crawfish pie, coconut
All included, special prices, eat a lot
Strange diseases, meet with jesus, donkey shot
Go on traveling man
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