Traveling

When I left New York this morning

I didn't really have a plan

Loretta on the radio

No real place to go

Just a suitcase in my hand

I'm not looking for a pot of gold

Not reaching for a hand to hold

I'm not searching, you know

I'm just traveling

I'm not waiting to be whisked away

I'll take my chance on a southbound lane

Wind is blowing again and I'm

Traveling

Watched the sun rise over Graceland

And go down in New Orleans

Listening to Dr. John

One more and I'll be gone

I hear the highway calling me

I'm not looking for a pot of gold

Not needing a hand to hold

I'm not searching, you know

I'm just traveling

I'm not waiting to be whisked away

I'll take my chance on a southbound lane

Wind is blowing again and I'm

Traveling

So what if I drag my wheels through the mud?

Can't help myself

Got gypsy in my blood

I'm not looking for a pot of gold

At the end of the open road

I'm not searching, you know

I'm just traveling

I'm not waiting to be whisked away

I'll take my chance on a southbound lane

Wind is blowing again and I'm

Traveling

I'm traveling

I'm not looking for a pot of gold

At the end of the open road

I'm not searching, you know

I'm just traveling

I'm traveling

I'm not waiting to be whisked away

I'll take my chance on a southbound lane

Wind is blowing again and I'm

Traveling

I'm traveling