Hard, Hard Traveling Man

Rollin' up the sea coast in the mornin' Sun
New York is shinin' in the air
Breakfast on whole wheat toast grab it on the run
Cities look the same most ev'rywhere

In among the buildings streets eight lanes wide
Hamburger joints and chicken all around
Chinese food ain't fillin' but at least it's warm inside
And it keeps my feet from the snow that's on the ground

Cousin I never been nothin' but a hard hard travelin' man
And ain't it funny how the women all want the same thing
I been close to lovin' but nothin' that I can't stand
Life's just a road to a hard hard travelin' man

Drink a cup of orangeade and check the waitress out
She don't show me nothin' that I ain't seen
Tighten up that shade babe and turn your pole lamp down
Come mornin' I'll be just a dream

Cousin I never been nothin' but a hard hard travelin' man
Cousin I never been nothin' but a hard hard travelin' man
Oh git it 'cause um hum