Songtext von Hard, Hard Traveling Man

Rollin' up the sea coast in the mornin' Sun New York is shinin' in the air Breakfast on whole wheat toast grab it on the run Cities look the same most ev'rywhere In among the buildings streets eight lanes wide Hamburger joints and chicken all around Chinese food ain't fillin' but at least it's warm inside And it keeps my feet from the snow that's on the ground Cousin I never been nothin' but a hard hard travelin' man And ain't it funny how the women all want the same thing I been close to lovin' but nothin' that I can't stand Life's just a road to a hard hard travelin' man Drink a cup of orangeade and check the waitress out She don't show me nothin' that I ain't seen Tighten up that shade babe and turn your pole lamp down Come mornin' I'll be just a dream Cousin I never been nothin' but a hard hard travelin' man Cousin I never been nothin' but a hard hard travelin' man Oh git it 'cause um hum