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(Guitar riff)Ba da da.....ba da daBa da da.....ba da da da Well, I`m the son of a traveling manAnd though I`m partially shackin'Railroad whistles and freighter hornsTurn me on, and I'm packingSeattle, SavannahOrlando or anywhereChicago, St. LouisSheboygan, I`m going thereThough I know that I love youAnd the feeling's so goodIf you love me tooI'm warning youDon't count em foreverWe can have a ball togetherBut if fun time??? come admitten' comes a feelingI`ll be splittingTacoma, PomonaLetras de cancionesDon`t know whereI`m heading forThere`s one thing I`m sure ofJust as soon as I get there, babyI`ll be feeling likeTraveling on once moreBaby, now that you understandWell, there`s no reason for sorrowYou know, I`m the son of a travelin' manHere today, gone tomorrowFrom Boston to CharlestonWherever the four winds blowI`m restless, I`m readyThere`s a rainbow for me to followAnywhere that it leads meI must go!Milwaukee, MuskegonMiami, the heart is thereAtlanta, New OrleansColumbus or anywhereBiloxi or PhillyToledo I'm going there (Fade) From Letras Mania