The old man in green Holds a sign that says Your comets coming son So say your prays And these are the musings of the traveling man A million trapped ants All making their way For the road is life And today's payday And these are the musings of the traveling man One for the road to get his kicks His mind moves slow as his wild tongue ticks Your brother said to him Friend where you headed? Well I don't know where But I'll know when I get there And these are the musings of the traveling man These are the musings of the travelling man He came through your town In your brother's van He could be a poet The best there's ever been But he's hooked on jazz, pot, booze and benzedrine