The Traveler

There's a traveling man with no place to go
He's got a bottle of Jack and a bag full of snow trying to settle down and find himself a home

He's been wanderin' for years leaving a piece of himself everywhere that he goes
He tries to settle down but by the time he gets warm all that's left is a pile o' bonesĀ 

He's got a crooked yellow smile and a heart of gold
He took a shot of whiskey and put some blow in his nose
He said "boy have a seat and I'll teach you what I know;
You can lend out your heart but don't sell them your soul
There is no receipt trust me I should know

You can't get it back as a matter of fact I've been looking for mine through the summer and cold
Patience is a virtue but its also a burden"
He mumbled as I can see the bump and shot start workin'

He starts talking in circles not finding his way backĀ 
"You can lend out your heart but don't sell them your soul"
His eyes glazed over as a yellow cigarette stained smile starts to crack
He leans in his seat and whispers "I'm finally home."

I walked away that day never seeing that man again
All I can think was "patience is a virtue but its also a burden"

Now I'm a traveling man with no place to go
I've got a bottle of Jack and a bag full of snow trying to settle down and find myself a home

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◄ New Orleans

The Theif, The Craftsman, The Artist, The Liar. ►

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