Thursday, May 17, 2018

Traveling Man . . .

I'm a travelin man.  I come from nowhere, going somewhere, going to live the best I can.  I told no one, there was a sign.  Woke up with a dream, don't let time disappear.  Are you hungry, are you broken down, I can't give you nothing, I won't steal your crown.  Living sideways, Time for the weekend, Time for the triumph, If you knew where I came from, You'd ask how does he do it, I guess it's what I'm made of.  Steel and ice run through my veins, Getting colder, I'm not here to explain.  They say if the glove fits you're a guilty man, they say you get one final wish, oh look what you've done.  I'm a traveling man.  I come from nowhere, I saw this sign somewhere, going to take me back home.  Every time, every time.  I strum this guitar, I hear angels calling me tonight.  I hear angels calling me home.  It's time, it's time, to change these old strings, to make a new life, and let the past fade into dreams.

Yours Truly,
Ransom Jones

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