The Dead South Travellin Man

Well this is a song about a travellin man who knows just what he wants. He thinks he s got it all figured out and tries not to take too much. He s spent a lot of time tryin this and that and he knows just what he likes And he ain t goin back Well I ve got spiders in my bed and I ve got slugs up on the wall There s a black bee a flyin round outside of my back door I m weather worn my shirt is torn I got dirt comin out my ears From being gone all these years Well one half of my head keeps singing songs of years of old While the other sheds its skin on aggregates of minerals I m a cask of oak, I m whiskey soaked, been runnin down the line Awe pour me another one honey I m doin fine I don t know where I belong but I know just what I like Kicking up dirt while I m on the run, double whiskey no ice Well I don t know where I belong but I know just what I like A pretty lady and sing along songs, to take me through the night I got sand in my shoes and I got dirt between my toes There s calm before the storm