C Am G7 F G7 C
We don't all die young to save our spark
Am G7 F
From the ravag-es of time
Am G7 F G7 C
But the first and last to leave their mark
F C Am G7 C
Some-day be-come the traveling kind
Am G7 F G7 C
In the wind are names of po-ets past
Am G7 F
Some were friends of yours and mine
Am G7 F G7 C
And to those un-sung we lift our glass
F C Am G7 C
May their songs be-come the traveling kind
Am G7 F G7 C
We were born to brave this tilted world
Am G7 F
With our hearts laid on the line
Am G7 F G7 C
Be it way crossed boy or red dirt girl
F C Am G7 C
The song be-comes the traveling kind
Am G7 F G7 C
There are mountains worth their weight in gold
Am G7 F
Mere mortals dare not climb
Am G7 F Am C
Come ye tipsy sainted sin-ners both
F C Am G7 C
And claim them for the traveling kind
Am G7 F G7 C
When the music slowly starts to fade
Am G7 F
Into the light's last soft decline
Am G7 F C
Let us lie down in that evening shade
F C Am G7 Am
And rest a mooing the traveling kind
F C Am G7 C
And the song goes on for the traveling kind
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