I'm a travelling man a-movingnYou name it I've been therenAnd night and day I strive to sell my waresnGot nothing I can show younNothing you can wearnBut hang around a while and lend an earnWhile travellin' on a freight-trainnOn the Rocky Island linenMy young love said to menMy mother she don't mindnAnd through twelve gates of the citynI came into my primenI was singing songs of wild mountain thymennSing little birdienFrom the greenwood side-onWhere the trees they do grow highnCome say hellonSummer is a-comingnAnd I'm standing on the shorenAnd where I'm boundnOh Lord I can't be surenFrom the Arizona dustbowlnOut to Van Diemons landnTo the North-West Passage snowboundnWhere Lord Franklin made his standnWhile high above I'm flyingnWith my guitar in my handnThinking about one tiny grain of sandnnIf anyone should ask menIf I be a rambling boynThe sporting lifenI know I have enjoyednMet a lady from LouisvillenA-pleasing to my mindnShe took my hand and saidnWould you please be kindnAnd from the foggy dew I stumblednInto a shady grovenWhere the redbird sang his sweet songnHe sang of careless lovenAnd the bells of Rhymney rang outnAnd brought the people roundnSaying welcome to your friendly travelling mannWelcome to your friendly travelling man