Traveling Alone

This morning, if it all was gone, funny thing, it wouldn’t phase me none.

Might feel like I just got home. See, I always had a taste for traveling alone.

Only get this one time round, better speak up straight, better speak up proud.

Good Lord, if he’s not at home, well, I always had a taste for traveling alone.

Oh If I had a son, I would make him laugh, I would teach him something.

I’d say, Son, you gotta hold your own, and it’s good to have a taste for traveling alone.

Oh If I had a love, I would say, Man, got to keep up.

Got to lay down, baby, feed my soul, ’cause you know I got a taste for traveling alone.

Oh If I had a song, I would sing it now, wouldn’t take too long.

I’d sing, Goodness is a real bare bone, and it’s what you do when you’re traveling alone.

Down south, baby, in the heat, I was raised up right, I was raised so sweet.

Sweetness ain’t gonna get you home. You’re bound to get a taste of traveling alone.

I know that the world is mean, I know it don’t care, I been around, I seen it.

It’s like a pretty girl who don’t even know. I guess everybody here is traveling alone.

Cigarettes and a pick up truck, I’m gonna leave this town now, I got to press my luck.

Ocean gonna break so slow. You know, I always had a taste for traveling alone.