We don't all die young to save our spark
From the ravages of time
But the first and last to leave their mark
Someday become the traveling kind
In the wind are names of poets past
Some were friends of yours and mine
And to those unsung, we lift our glass
May their songs become the traveling kind
We were born to brave this tilted world
With our hearts laid on the line
Be it way-crossed boy or red dirt girl
The song becomes the traveling kind
There are mountains worth their weight in gold
Mere mortals dare not climb
Come ye gypsy, sainted, sinners both
And claim them for the traveling kind
When the music slowly starts to fade
Into the light's last soft decline
Let us lie down in that evening shade
And rest among the traveling kind
And the song goes on for the traveling kind
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- THE TRAVELING KIND
- Tarpaper Sky
- Kin: Songs by Mary Karr and Rodney Crowell
- The Outsider
- The Houston Kid
- Jewel of the South
- Let the Picture Paint Itself
- Life Is Messy
- Keys to the Highway
- Diamonds & Dirt
- Street Language
- Rodney Crowell
- But What Will the Neighbors Think
- Miscellaneous
- Sex And Gasoline
- Live from the Archives of 650am Wsm - Volume 1
- Live from the Archives of 650 Am Wsm - Vol. 1
- The Rodney Crowell Collection
- Troubadors of Americana
- Alternative Country