Travellin' Man - The Dead South

Well this is a song about a travellin' man who knows just what he wants

He thinks he’s got it all figured out and tries not to take too much

He’s spent a lot of time tryin' this and that and he knows just what he likes

And he ain’t goin' back

Well I’ve got spiders in my bed and I’ve got slugs up on the wall

There’s a black bee a flyin' round outside of my back door

I’m weather worn my shirt is torn I got dirt comin' out my ears From being gone

all these years

Well one half of my head keeps singing songs of years of old While the other

sheds its skin on aggregates of minerals

I’m a cask of oak, I’m whiskey soaked, been runnin' down the line

Aw pour me another one honey I’m doin' fine

I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like

Kicking up dirt while I’m on the run, double whiskey no ice

I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like

A pretty lady and sing along songs, it’ll take me through the night

Well I got sand in my shoes and I got dirt between my toes

There’s a calm before the storm I hear or so the story goes

I’m dancing in it now, got a sweaty brow, I can feel it coursing through my

veins

Aw look out baby I’m comin' through when it rains

Well I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like

Kicking up dirt while I’m on the run, double whiskey no ice

And I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like

A pretty lady and sing along songs, it’ll take me through the night

And I’ve been gone for so very long

Baby don’t think twice, you know I’ll be alright

I’ve got an absence without leave

I’ve got an ace tucked up my sleeve

With sticks and stones we’ll take the throne

And make some history

And I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like

Kicking up dirt while I’m on the run, double whiskey no ice

And I don’t know where I belong but I know just what I like

A pretty lady and sing along songs, it’ll take me through the night