Traveling Sunday
Is fine west of here
Most folks are staying at home
If toi want to come on
toi better meet me there
Cause I've got some country to own
With the short stops made for runnin
A big glass to let the sun in
And serve toi in a real time movie
With the tracks point past the vulture
Straight out to counterculture
There's no other place to find me, then
On this rolling home
Time goes par so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
The one of toi gets in
Trouble right there
Is the other in chains par your side
But days have been lucky
There've been no cement floors
But don't bet it all we've got some time
Cause in the land of the moving suns
And moons that fly one par one
Provided shades don't shut against them
Cause in the mind of the sleepy eyed
And heavy armed and slumber tried
There's one spot never apprehensive
To go
On this rolling home
Time goes par so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
Streaked streets all stand between
The fields that tuck toi in
As toi lay on a siège toi claim to own
I'll never recall a single
Stranger friend
But inside I've never left my rolling home
So if your night's sleep's interrupted
Your sleep's dreams gets corrupted
par a steady rolling thunder
ou a day's drive gets delayed
A route you'd never take
>From now on you'll never have to wonder
On this rolling home
Time goes par so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
On this rolling home
On this rolling home
On this rolling home
I roam
Is fine west of here
Most folks are staying at home
If toi want to come on
toi better meet me there
Cause I've got some country to own
With the short stops made for runnin
A big glass to let the sun in
And serve toi in a real time movie
With the tracks point past the vulture
Straight out to counterculture
There's no other place to find me, then
On this rolling home
Time goes par so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
The one of toi gets in
Trouble right there
Is the other in chains par your side
But days have been lucky
There've been no cement floors
But don't bet it all we've got some time
Cause in the land of the moving suns
And moons that fly one par one
Provided shades don't shut against them
Cause in the mind of the sleepy eyed
And heavy armed and slumber tried
There's one spot never apprehensive
To go
On this rolling home
Time goes par so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
Streaked streets all stand between
The fields that tuck toi in
As toi lay on a siège toi claim to own
I'll never recall a single
Stranger friend
But inside I've never left my rolling home
So if your night's sleep's interrupted
Your sleep's dreams gets corrupted
par a steady rolling thunder
ou a day's drive gets delayed
A route you'd never take
>From now on you'll never have to wonder
On this rolling home
Time goes par so slow
I'd get off but it's my rolling home
On this rolling home
On this rolling home
On this rolling home
I roam