Travelin' Blues from Wildheart by Lost Ox

each night when that moonlight hits
and the sun is sinkin low
and you don't know where to lie
where your bed roll gonna unroll
let the song of the road teach you
what you wanna know
and the rhythm of the wheels gonna
show what needs to show

got them travelin blues
got em most all the time
wont you bring that good stuff
I'll bring the wine
I'll be digging on some half-struck verse
riffing on the line
I got them travelin' blues and
I got 'em most all the time

half-spun up that crooked branch
I was so high I couldn't see
I'd lost about half my sense but
I was damn sure I was free
now I lie awake each night well with
lockjaw and sore feet and
my bunkmate snoring up a log
like he's sawing down some tree

got them travelin blues
got em most all the time
wont you bring that good stuff
I'll bring the wine
I'll be digging on some half-struck verse
riffing on the line
I got them travelin' blues and
I got 'em most all the time

got them travelin blues
got em most all the time
wont you bring that good stuff
I'll bring the wine
I'll be digging on some half-struck verse
riffing on the line
I got them travelin' blues and
I got 'em most all the time

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