Family history, I don't know too much, family history, I don't keep in touch With my mother and father quite like I want to do There's some family history
Left the cold and rain behind, I drove out west to Memphis South across the Mississippi line, I rolled my window down Big river runnin' on my right,
Born in the mountains, many years ago Climbed these hills and valleys through the rain and snow I've seen the lightning flashin', heard the thunder roll
This world is made with sweat and toil, pushing muscle and elbow oil We can't lie too long in the shade, cause every day must be remade Some days you
in a friendly kitchen, the wind outside it howls and blows I'll let em dry by a cozy fire, and warm my soaked and wrinkled toes Chorus These are shoes that like to travel
I can only tell you what I see, two lonely people you and me Both want out and both want in, neither knows where to begin You can draw a line there in
I try to travel around with less and less I tried them all and the simple way is the way that's best I save a lot of time not havin' to choose What color
We have our moods sometimes we might get out of synch We might even have a fight if we have to much to drink I guess she has her own shape and I know
Restless spirit, wandering, come on home again Tell me about your days of old, wander back again You won't admit your life is taken, to your death not
We are but travelers on a road without end Searching for signs that the spirit may send There are few answers in this life I'm afraid Only more questions
December nights come early, wait a while to see the light again A question left unanswered, sent out on the evening wind If winter is a stranger, maybe
You close the door in front of me, I wait patiently outside But as the minutes tick away I feel the anger rise Who's the object of this rage, who's not
We are but travelers on a road without end Searching for signs that the Spirit may send There are few answers in this life I'm afraid Only more questions
Traduction: Tim O'Brien. Les voyageurs.
