Watch my back and light my way

My traveling star, my traveling star

Watch over all of those born st. christopher's day

Old road dog, young runaway

They hunger for home but they cannot stay

They wait by the door

They stand and they stare

They're already out of there

They're already out of there My daddy used to ride the rails

So they say, so they say

Soft as smoke and as tough as nails

Boxcar jones, old walking man

Coming back home was like going to jail

The sheets and the blankets and babies and all

No he never did come back home

Never that I recall Nevermind the wind

Nevermind the rain

Nevermind the road leading home again

Never asking why

Never knowing when

Every now and then

There he goes again She had a cat and a dog named blue

My traveling star, my traveling star

A big old stove and a fireplace, too

Old road dog, young runaway

She told me loved me like it was true

I knew I should stay

I knew I would go

Run run run away

Run run run away, boy Run before the wind

Run before the rain

Over yonder hill

Just around the bend

Never knowing why

Never knowing when

Every now and then

There you go again Tie me up and hold me down

Oh, my traveling star

Bury my feet down in the ground

Oh, old road dog

Claim my name from the lost and found

And let me believe this is where I belong

Shame on me for sure

For one more highway song My traveling star

My traveling star