We don't all die young to save our spark
From the ravag-es of time
But the first and last to leave their mark
Some-day be-come the traveling kind
In the wind are names of po-ets past
Some were friends of yours and mine
And to those un-sung we lift our glass
May their songs be-come the traveling kind
We were born to brave this tilted world
With our hearts laid on the line
Be it way crossed boy or red dirt girl
The song be-comes the traveling kind
There are mountains worth their weight in gold
Mere mortals dare not climb
Come ye tipsy sainted sin-ners both
And claim them for the traveling kind
When the music slowly starts to fade
Into the light's last soft decline
Let us lie down in that evening shade
And rest a mooing the traveling kind
And the song goes on for the traveling kind