Travelin'
Kind
Country
Gentleman
And everyday, when the sun goes down, oh
my Lord, I just gotta be free
Listen to the
sound of the falling rain; Listen to the wail of the south-bound train
That’s a lonely sound; That’s a lonely
sight; I’m a lonely man in a lonely time
A rich man has no use for me; nor have I
any for he
He’ll judge a man by the clothes he wears;
judge I a man by the burden he bears
Ha Ha Rich Man!
The laugh’s on you; You live and die by another man’s rules
And when we both are dead and gone; The
legend of my kind’ll live on
Go play with your houses of white and
wood; and live your life like you think you should
Listen to the
sound of the falling rain; Listen to the wail of the south-bound train
That’s a lonely sound; That’s a lonely
sight; I’m a lonely man in a lonely time