Oh Lord, I am a traveling man, and my daddy is over here.
And every day when the sun goes down, oh my Lord, I've just got to be free.
Listen to the sound of the falling rain, listen to the wail of the southbound train.
That's a lonely sound, that's a lonely sound.
That's a lonely sign, I'm a lonely man, in a lonely time.
The rich man has no use for me, nor have I.
Any poor he, he'll judge a man by the clothes he wears.
Judge I, a man, by the burden he bears.
Ah, rich man, life's so mute.
You live and die by another man's roof.
And when we both...
...are dead and gone, the legend of my kind will live on.
Go play with their houses of white and wood.
Go play with their houses of white and wood.
Go play with their houses of white and wood.
And when they are no longer alive, like you think you should.
I'll ride these rails until I die.
And if I get lonesome, I'll just have to ride.
Listen to the sound of the falling rain, listen to the wail of the southbound train.
That's a lonely sound, that's a lonely sign
I'm a lonely man in a lonely time
I'm a lonely man