TRAVELLIN' MAN
Frank DeVol / Joe Greene

as rec by Anita O'Day w Stan Kenton &his Orch  
Jan 16th 1945 Los Angeles


Travellin' man,
You grab your rags
And pack your bags,
Then while I'm thinkin' you're near,
You're a million miles from here!

Travellin' man,
You fry your fish,
And then you wish
The sea would be lappin' your door,
And, sure enough, I don't see you no more;

Till you run short of money,
Have the wherewithal to have a ball!
I didn't know the choo choo ever runs this way,
Until my roving papa hits a rainy day!

Travellin' man,
I've been too kind
And kinda blind!
Papa, all things have to change;
I've got me a type,
Corny slippers and pipe;
He don't believe
That home life is tripe!
So travellin' man,
There'll be no struggle and strife,
Keep on travellin' - for the rest of your life!





(Contributed by Peter Akers - July 2010)