A Travelin' Man

A travelin' man always longs for a home
 'Cause a travelin' man is always alone
 I've traveled from Maine to the Barbary Shore
 But I'm gettin' so weary, I can travel no more
 I've rambled the highways and sailed 'cross the sea
 Wonderin', always wonderin' where the next stop would be
 A travelin' man always longs for a home
 'Cause a travelin' man is always alone
 Seen the mansions of England, the villas of Rome
 Each man has his castle, but the road's been my home
 So fair thee well, ladies, there's none quite so fair
 But a travelin' man has only one prayer
 To be just a farmer with a plow and a hoe
 Instead of a drifter with no place to go
 A travelin' man always longs for a home
 'Cause a travelin' man is always alone
 Yes, a travelin' man always longs for a home
 'Cause a travelin' man is always alone