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Johnny Connors - Christy Moore
My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man
My people have been traveling
Since time it first began
With my horse and covered wagon
And my family by my side
Grazing the long acre
I traveled far and wide
I met Bridie Maughan my sweet wife
On a fair day in Rathkeale
She was the finest traveling girl
That ever wore a shawl
We worked the tin around Galway on up to Ballinasloe
For a traveler with a horse to sell
It was the place to go
We sold the old linoleum
Swapped carpets for old pine
But as the years passed on
The traveling life got harder all the time
Where have all the halting places gone
All them friendly doors
Where we'd haul spring water
From the well and sell paper flowers
Now it's guards and jailers
And JCB's to roll big boulders in
Temporary dwellings are prohibited
Innocent little traveling children lost out on them streets
Sons and Daughters on the wine
And lying round me feet
As they try to dull the hurt and pain
The rejection that's imposed
Travelers are not wanted here
But there's no place left to go
My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man
I've taken everything that's been thrown at me
Now I'm going to take a stand
