Well, I'm the son of a traveling man
And though I'm partial to shackin'
Railroad whistles and freighter horns
Turn me on, and I'm packing
Seattle
Savannah
Orlando or anywhere
Chicago
St. Louis
Sheboygan
I'm going there
Though I know that I love you
And the feeling's so good
If you love me too I'm warning you
Don't count on me forever
We can have a ball together
But up front I am admitting
Come the feeling
I'll be splitting
Tacoma
Pomona
Don't know
Where I'm heading for
There's one thing
I'm sure of
Just as soon as I get there, baby
I'll be feeling like traveling on once more
Baby, now that you understand
Well, there's no reason for sorrow
You know that I'm the son of a traveling man
Here today, gone tomorrow
From Boston
To Charleston
Wherever the four winds blow
I'm restless
I'm ready
There's a rainbow
For me to follow
Anywhere that it leads me, I must go
Milwaukee
Muskegon
Miami
My heart is there
Atlanta
New Orleans
Columbus
Or anywhere
Biloxi
Or Philly
Toledo
I'm going there