WORDS AND MUSIC by Bob Seger
Up with the sun, gone with the wind,
She always said I was lazy.
Leavin my home, leavin my friends,
Runnin when things get too crazy.
Out on the road, out neath the stars,
Feelin the breeze, passin the cars.
Women have come, women have gone
Everyone trying to cage me
Some were so sweet, I barely got free
Others, they only enraged me
Sometimes at night, I see their faces
I feel the traces they left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Travelin man, love when I can
Turn loose my hand cause Im goin
Travelin man, catch if you can
But sooner than later Im goin
Travelin man
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Travelin man, yes I am
Sometimes at night, I see their faces,
I feel the traces they left on my soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul
These are the memories that made me a wealthy soul.
*(For live version segue into Beautiful Loser.)*