Traveling Bone - Tony Joe White

Traveling down on highway 65 and I was cold

The wind was howling loud around my shoes

I turned my back into the wind

And pulled my blue jeans coat up around my head

I had a job driving trucks for the city

I’ve made her and hit her but I quit it

And left the place the same way I came in

And went up to North Carolina

With good intentions of being a pipeline man

To back of fields and rolling hills

And the autumn leaves they were rigging

But I’ll take my load to the open road

'Cause my traveling bone is here

If you see me passing by your window

Or should you find my campfire aside the road

Remember that I’m only looking for

Something that I lost a long, long time ago

To back of fields and rolling hills

And the autumn leaves they were rigging

But I’ll take my load to the open road

'Cause my traveling bone is aching, oh yeah