Traveling Man

Traveling man
 We crossed lines
 I shared a few words on my mind
 He looked at me
 laughed and sang a silly song
 Traveling man walked away the fool
 Traveling man, traveling man.
 The bliss of the fool is dance of the Damned
 Well he did some time, I was there by his side
 I was always on his mind.
 Day and night he kept hearing my words
 "Don't bring the man back to the van".
 Traveling man, traveling man.
 Don't bring that man back to your van.
 Mmmmmm...
 Tempe, Arizona: we meet again.
 I saw the boots of a traveling man
 Out on the street, it's a warm and dusty land
 His eyes told the story of a wiser man.
 Traveling man, traveling man.
 The bliss of the fool is dance of the Damned
 Traveling man, traveling man.
 Don't bring that man back to the van.
 Mmmmmm...
 Ride on!
 Ride on, ride on
 Goes the traveling man.
 Ride on!
 Ride on!
 Ride on.
 You ride on.