The Lonesome Traveller


I am a lonesome traveler
The road it is my home
And I am forever searching
For the one I have always known
The one who left me, all alone

I heard that she passed this way
Sometime in the spring
And that all the folks did say
She flashed a diamond ring
Surely was a fine and shiny thing

In an old beat down pickup truck
Like a queen in which she rode
And by her side, behind the wheel
Her fine and handsome beau
True love travelling down a gravel road

I see the flash of nickel plating
It’s a gleaming in my eye
Shining like the diamond ring
For her he did buy
And it’s burning, like the sun in July

The whiskey it does flow
My mind it does run
The anger it surely grows
At the thought of all their fun
But soon enough, it will all be done

I fell upon that old truck
At a motel just off the road
And when I did, peer inside
My heart it did grow cold
And that old revolver it did roll

The echoes of that thunder
It shook me deep inside
But not as much, as the look
Of my victims in their eyes
In faces that I did not recognize

I am a lonesome traveler
The road it is my home
And I am forever searching
For the one I have always known
The one who left me, oh so alone

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