Traveling Troubadours

I listened to the wind ,it knew my name

It blew itself wherever and I did the same

I've traveled miles of tarmac

Followed the white line

And ended up right here

In space and time

Downloaded Johnny Cash to my iphone

I liked the honesty I found in his tone

Some things are pure, untainted and divine

He had no fear

And never walked the line

We are traveling troubadores

Sneaking out by the back door

Music and the road go hand in hand

Filling up them old dance floors

Selling ourseves like 2 bit whores

Trying to make enough to pay the band

Another gig, another one night stand

Bob Dylan came on the radio

Poetry in motion

Going with the flow

Unsettled by the pros

He told us what we should know

The times were a-changing

But they were changing slow

It all became a blur

And nothing did occur

That wasn't scripted

Every night a crowd

We played our music loud

And un encripted

Elvis kept singing

The Colonel stole the show

He was caught in a trap

Nowhere for him to go

I keep him in my memory

Keep him in my heart

And there he will remain

'Til I depart