The old man in green
Holds a sign that says
Your comet's coming son
So say your prayers
And these are the musings of the traveling man
A million trapped ants
All making their way
For the road is life
And today's payday
And these are the musings of the traveling man
One for the road to get his kicks
His mind moves slow as his wild tongue ticks
Your brother said to him
Friend where you headed?
Well I don't know where
But I'll know when I get there
And these are the musings of the traveling man
These are the musings of the travelling man
He came through your town
In your brother's van
He could be a poet
The best there's ever been
But he's hooked on jazz, pot, booze and benzedrine
Painted Flowers - The Musings Of The Traveling Man Lyrics
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The old man in green
Holds a sign that says
Your comet's coming son
So say your prayers
And these are the musings of the traveling man
A million trapped ants
All making their way
For the road is life
And today's payday
And these are the musings of the traveling man
One for the road to get his kicks
His mind moves slow as his wild tongue ticks
Your brother said to him
Friend where you headed?
Well I don't know where
But I'll know when I get there
And these are the musings of the traveling man
These are the musings of the travelling man
He came through your town
In your brother's van
He could be a poet
The best there's ever been
But he's hooked on jazz, pot, booze and benzedrine
Holds a sign that says
Your comet's coming son
So say your prayers
And these are the musings of the traveling man
A million trapped ants
All making their way
For the road is life
And today's payday
And these are the musings of the traveling man
One for the road to get his kicks
His mind moves slow as his wild tongue ticks
Your brother said to him
Friend where you headed?
Well I don't know where
But I'll know when I get there
And these are the musings of the traveling man
These are the musings of the travelling man
He came through your town
In your brother's van
He could be a poet
The best there's ever been
But he's hooked on jazz, pot, booze and benzedrine