(Fearing/White)
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I was born to be a traveler, I must have landed on my head
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I used to dream that I was flying, I was falling out of bed
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Then the family started moving, but some got left behind
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And we learned to send postcards, like letters from the frontline
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Out of sight but never out of mind
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I was born to be a traveler
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To roll and ride
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My Mother she told me how to get out of the country
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Wrap the teacups up in comics and you can read them later
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Learn to tie a knot but you must always have a blade
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And cuts are just a consequence of the choices that you made
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She showed me when to leave and my Father taught me why
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I was born to be a traveler
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To roll and ride
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I¡¯m running for love
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For love and for money
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I run when I¡¯m stung
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When I stumble and fall
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I fall into the future
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Not a break in my stride
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I was born to be a traveler
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To roll and ride
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Early in the evening, I take my stuff out of the car
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Someone asks me, maybe they could look at my guitar
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And I open up the case, a little worn, a little frayed
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A little weary of creating all the miles I have made
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A gallery of faces, where the memories collide
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I was born to be traveler
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To roll and ride
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Born To Be A Traveler
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| Blackie & the Rodeo Kings |
