Travelin' Light
Dick Curless

Travelin' light travelin' light
I'm just movin' on down the road I'm a travelin' light

I've tried my best to hold what you call a blue collar job
I been a banker's monkey and a cotton field flunky and my fingers throb
But I gave it all up when I found me a goin' nowhere
And I found a new thing just a travelin' light out there

Travelin' light travelin' light...
[ guitar + harmonica ]
Travelin' light travelin' light...

If you don't own a spare suit of clothes you don't have to have 'em cleaned
And if don't own a car you don't have to buy no gasoline
All I got is me and you can't get me up tight
Cause I've learned how to be just me by travelin' light

Travelin' light travelin' light...
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