Traveling Bone

Traveling down on highway 65 and I was cold The wind was howling loud around my shoes I turned my back into the wind And pulled my blue jeans coat up around my head I had a job driving trucks for the city I've made her and hit her but I quit it And left the place the same way I came in And went up to North Carolina With good intentions of being a pipeline man To back of fields and rolling hills And the autumn leaves they were rigging But I'll take my load to the open road 'Cause my traveling bone is here If you see me passing by your window Or should you find my campfire aside the road Remember that I'm only looking for Something that I lost a long, long time ago To back of fields and rolling hills And the autumn leaves they were rigging But I'll take my load to the open road 'Cause my traveling bone is aching, oh yeah