Paroles de Travelling Man

Traveeling man The earth is The Lord, the Fulness thereof And those that dwell therein I'm a sojourner, sent on this journey, roaming open country I'm a travelling man My bags are all packed, I'm ready to roll The taxi cab is honking outside of my door My suitcase my closet, upon this bunk I resqt my head Riding this Greyhound bus, roaming open country There are places to go, and faces to see Carrying the message of His Imperial Majesty The earth is The Lord, the Fulness thereof And those that dwell therin I'm a sojourner, sent on this journey, roaming open country Music sojourners roaming this open country The Culture and The Spear, Mystic Revealers and Bunny you see The Vibes and The Radics, Super Cat was there with we Carrying the message of His Imperial Majesty