I got the traveling highway blues.
My clothes are in my suitcase.
My heart's at home with you.
I've got the traveling highway blues.
Now the cleaning lady wakes me up.
She's calling check out time.
I say, come in, I'll check you out.
She says, you're out of your mind.
I think she's right.
I must be mad to do this thing I do.
I sure do have the traveling highway blues.
I got the traveling highway blues.
My clothes are in my suitcase.
My heart's at home with you.
I've got the traveling highway blues.
Being just a working man doing what I know.
Moving out from one town to where work says I must go.
I'll pack up my suitcase and I'll be far gone from here.
Maybe I'll be back sometime next year.
I got the traveling highway blues.
My clothes are in my suitcase.
My heart's at home with you.
I've got the traveling highway blues.
I got the traveling highway blues.
And I could play my heart out,
but that thing's at home
with you.
I've got the traveling highway blues.
Sometimes I'm such a long way from families and friends.
This guitar is my companion on a road that never ends.
It turns in all directions.
At night I feel so blue.
And I just get dejected without you.
I got the traveling highway blues.
My clothes are in my suitcase,
but my heart's at home with you.
I've got the traveling highway blues.
I got the traveling highway blues.
I got the traveling highway blues.