Travelin' Man

Travel the highway, Lord, from end to end
My luck is down and I ain't got a friend
Oh, these clothes I wear, so dirty, ragged and torn
And everyone I meet, Lord, they look at me with scorn
I cannot work, sick as I can be
Ain't got no money, Lord, and the doctor won't credit me
Oh, since Mom and Dad, since Mom and Dad's been dead and gone
Oh, life to me, Lord, is like a rolling stone
Cried and I cried, I can't cry no more
My heart is full and it just can't stand no more
Oh, the troubles I bear, Lord, is such a heavy load
And it's a shame I gotta travel, travel this road alone