Ba da da...

Well, I'm the son of a traveling man

And though I'm partially shacking
Railroad whistles and freighter horns
Turn me on, on unpacking


Seattle, Savannah
Orlando or anywhere

Chicago, St. Louis
Sheboygan, I'm going there


Though I know that I love you
And the feelings so good
If you love me too


Count em forever
We can have a ball together

But if? comes a heaving
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

Taveling on once more

Baby, now that you understand

There's no reason for sorrow
That I'm the son of a traveling 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, my heart is there
Atlanta, New Orleans
Columbus or anywhere


Biloxi or Philly...