A travelin' man always longs for a home 'Cause a travelin' man is always alone I've traveled from Maine to the Barbary Shore But I'm gettin' so weary, I can travel no more I've rambled the highways and sailed 'cross the sea Wonderin', always wonderin' where the next stop would be A travelin' man always longs for a home 'Cause a travelin' man is always alone Seen the mansions of England, the villas of Rome Each man has his castle, but the road's been my home So fair thee well, ladies, there's none quite so fair But a travelin' man has only one prayer To be just a farmer with a plow and a hoe Instead of a drifter with no place to go A travelin' man always longs for a home 'Cause a travelin' man is always alone Yes, a travelin' man always longs for a home 'Cause a travelin' man is always alone