I am a traveler
I am a thief
If you are weary
I'll give you relief
I just back from robbing a bank
Can you believe that
All of the money that I have spent
Good for the memories, worse for the rent
I don't know if I'll ever repent
Will God believe that
But I will see this through
Cause I've got something left to do
I would like to travel the world
In the arms of a beautiful girl
Sub-lease my home and sell all my things
I could believe that
But I've discovered while being away
That there are things that call me to stay
Calling Chicago, calling today
I can feel it
So if you want to help out the weak
Give to the hungry, help people eat
Don't buy a ticket, just walk across the street
You won't believe it
Here is the money that I just stole
I know its illegal, but that's how I roll
Give it to someone who needs to be told
That they can make it

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