My Traveling Star - Live at the Colonial Theatre

Watch my back and light my way My traveling star, my traveling star Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's Day Old road dog, young runaway They hunger for home but they cannot stay They wait by the door They stand and they stare They're already out of there They're already out of there My daddy used to ride the rails So they say, so they say Soft as smoke and as tough as nails Boxcar Jones, old walking man Coming back home was like going to jail The sheets and the blankets and babies and all No he never did come back home Never that I recall Nevermind the wind Nevermind the rain; Nevermind the road leading home again Never asking why Never knowing when; Every now and then There he goes again She had a cat and a dog named Blue My traveling star, my traveling star A big old stove and a fireplace, too Old road dog, young runaway She told me she loved me like it was true I knew I should stay I knew I would go Run run run away Run run run away, boy Run before the wind Run before the rain Over yonder hill Just around the bend Never knowing why Never knowing when Every now and then There you go again Tie me up and hold me down Oh, my traveling star Bury my feet down in the ground Oh, old road dog Claim my name from the lost and found And let me believe this is where I belong Shame on me for sure For one more highway song My traveling star My traveling star