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Text: Robert Earl Keen. Travelin' Light.

You've been standin' on the corner for a thousand nights
It's the slowest corner known to man
Watchin' strange faces passin' 'neath the lights
With a bottle wavin' in your hand

You got just enough money for some nothin' to go
It ain't exactly what you planned
So lonesome that you can't even say hello
And no one seems to understand

So you're a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
The ones that only fit where they're not allowed
Out on the streets and you're feelin' blue travelin' light
With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through

You wandered away from your childhood home
Nobody cared to trace the tracks you laid
You traveled by night and you traveled alone
Came to rest at a penny arcade

Well, the last shots over on a Saturday night
You wake up in the beam of a cop's flashlight
He asks you who you are as if you knew or you cared
He asks you where you live and you say nowhere

So you're a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
The ones that only fit where they're not allowed
Out on the streets and you're feelin' blue travelin' light
With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through

I don't know where I got it but, I got it the same
It's a feelin' that'll rip you apart
It follows me around like a part of my name
Like I'm born with a time bomb instead of a heart

You're a mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
The ones that only fit where they're not allowed
Out on the streets and you're feelin' blue travelin' light
With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through

Mixed up kid, come on and join the crowd
The ones that only fit where they're not allowed
Out on the streets and you're feelin' blue travelin' light
With a hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through
A hole in your soul where the wind blows through