(Gary L. Yoder & G.R. Grelecki)   1, 2, 1-2-3-4         Oh yes, Am a traveling man   No place to call my own   I travel on the wind, Blow home   Sing you a song for a cup of warm and wine   Sing you a song take a little bit off your mind.         Long ago when I was young   Pretty well of two   I used to lie waiting nights   Hear those trains go by   They were a-rumbling.         Silver moon hang up above   Star lights of star fill lights the sky   Sit right here, Wait right here   For my train to ride   For my train to ride.         My pleasures' on me   I take them when I will   Do anything for free, yeah   World I left, there ain't no world at all   World I left better get ready for the fall.         Oh yes, Am a traveling man   Hobo to the bone   I travel on the wind and blow home   Sing you a song for a cup of warm and wine   See you later baby, Take your time   Oh yeah, Yeh.