Seems like every time a friend drops in to see me,
another friend is on his way.
I'm losing everyone I know to traveling.
I'm saying more goodbyes day by day.
Now Leon's biking back North to Isle Royal
and Danny's heading West with his family.
Donna took a two-week trip to Europe
and Nancy's just got in from D.C.
I'm a tied-down traveling man,
doing the best I can,
but it's really got me by the balls this time.
I'm a tied-down traveling man,
doing the best I can,
but I'm running out of room and out of rhyme.
I feel like a man standing in some depot,
watching people come and go their way.
I can feel the time running out on me
and I'm feeling more down each and every day.
Now it won't be long again 'til I start moving.
It's seems to soothe a hunger in my soul.
It just might be greener in another valley
and I'm just the man that's gotta know.
I'm a tied-down traveling man,
doing the best I can,
but it's really got me by the balls this time.
I'm a tied-down traveling man,
doing the best I can,
but I'm running out of room and out of rhyme.
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