(Guitar riff) Ba da da.....ba da da Ba da da.....ba da da da Well, I'm the son of a traveling man And though I'm partially shackin' Railroad whistles and freighter horns Turn me on, and I'm packing Seattle, Savannah Orlando or anywhere Chicago, St. Louis Sheboygan, I'm going there Though I know that I love you And the feeling's so good If you love me too I'm warning you Don't count em forever We can have a ball together But if fun time??? come admitten' comes a feeling I'll be splitting Tacoma, Pomona Don't know where I'm heading for
There's one thing I'm sure of Just as soon as I get there, baby I'll be feeling like Traveling on once more Baby, now that you understand Well, there's no reason for sorrow You know, I'm the son of a travelin' man Here today, gone tomorrow From Boston to Charleston Wherever the four winds blow I'm restless, I'm ready There's a rainbow for me to follow Anywhere that it leads me I must go! Milwaukee, Muskegon Miami, the heart is there Atlanta, New Orleans Columbus or anywhere Biloxi or Philly Toledo I'm going there (Fade)