Travellin’ In Style

You can call me a tramp or a bum and it won’t get me down,
I’ve worn out a heap of shoes and a whole lot of towns,
These two feet have carried me for thousands of miles,
Just rovin’ and ramblin’…
And travellin’ in style,

Oh the scenery goes blurrin’ by, When you ride on a train,
And you can’t see a thing but sky from up in a plane,
But the beautiful land goes on for mile after mile,
And I’ve loved it all close up…
Just travellin’ in style,

Through the lightning and rain,
And the deep rollin’ thunder,
You won’t catch me complainin’
‘Cause my hat is my home,
And someday when God calls me,
I’ll go with a smile,
You can carve on my tombstone,
“He traveled in Style”,

Now the campfire is burning down and my coffee’s all gone,
I’ll sleep like a baby now and rise with the dawn,
Id you can’t carry all you own for more than a mile,
Why, friend, you got too much,
To travel in style,

Through the lightning and rain,
And the deep rollin’ thunder,
You won’t catch me complainin’
‘Cause my hat is my home,
And someday when God calls me,
I’ll go with a smile,
You can carve on my tombstone,
“He travelled in Style”.

© Tim Henderson 1977