Songwriter: Lucas W. Martin
Copyright: 2011
Lyrics:
Lonesome Traveler Blues
I got them Lonesome Traveler Blues
I got these holes in both of my shoes
I got two pennies in my pocket, Lord
I got nothin' left to lose
Except those Lonesome Traveler Blues
Well you can take my money, oh
Be it right or wrong
You can take my music maker
But you cannot take my song
For I've trampled o'er the mountains
And I've floated down the streams
My body may be weary, Lord
But you cannot break my dreams
I got them Lonesome Traveler Blues
I got these holes in both of my shoes
I got two pennies in my pocket, Lord
I got nothin' left to lose
Except those Lonesome Traveler Blues
I've placed roots deep in the soil, oh
Just to chop 'em down
The only piece of land I own
Is where my feet they meet the ground
And my heart's forever broken
And my love is long since gone
My passion is my burden, Lord
I'm cursed to roam this earth alone
I got them Lonesome Traveler Blues
I got these holes in both of my shoes
I got two pennies in my pocket, Lord
I got nothin' left to lose
Except those Lonesome Traveler Blues
Well I've soared amongst the eagles, oh
Just to fall from high
I've chased down that settin' sun
Where the road runs out of lines
And I tie up my bandana
And I hop upon that train
My tickets punched for blue skies
But this track is bound for rain
I got them Lonesome Traveler Blues
I got these holes in both of my shoes
I got two pennies in my pocket, Lord
I got nothin' left to lose
Except those Lonesome Traveler Blues
(repeat chorus)