Christy Moore - Johnny Connors lyrics

My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man My people have been traveling since time it first began With my horse and covered wagon and my family by my side Grazing the long acre, I traveled far and wide I met Bridie Maughan my sweet wife on a fair day in Rathkeale She was the finest traveling girl that ever wore a shawl We worked the tin around Galway on up to Ballinasloe For a traveler with a horse to sell it was the place to go We sold the old linoleum, swapped carpets for old pine But as the years pa**ed on, the traveling life got harder all the time Where have all the halting places gone all them friendly doors Where we'd haul spring water from the well and sell paper flowers Now it's guards and jailers and JCB's to roll big boulders in Temporary dwellings are prohibited Innocent little traveling children lost out on them streets Sons and Daughters on the wine and lying round me feet As they try to dull the hurt and pain the rejection that's imposed Travelers are not wanted here but there's no place left to go My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man I've taken everything that's been thrown at me Now it's time to make a stand