Travelers
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It was raining cats and dogs
We'd run out of alcohol
Finally found a place we all belong
Ain't no reason you can judge
If you think these lyrics suck
When's the last time your ass wrote a song?
'Cause we've got something we all love to do
Passing the guitar and playing tunes
And now it's 1am in Georgia
And we're howling at the moon
We're all just travelers passing through
There's a feeling you can find
When the moment hits just right
Kinda makes you want to take your time
Someone said the rain had stopped
But most of us were staying put
There's no telling when we'll meet again
'Cause we've got something we all love to do
Passing the guitar and playing tunes
And now it's 2am in Georgia
And we're howling at the moon
We're all just travelers passing through
Whoa
There goes another state line
Whoa
We must've passed a million signs
Whoa
We got nowhere else to be
We're all just travelers passing through
Folks like us, we spend our days
Moving 'round from place to place
We love what we do, but it ain't typical at all
And then you meet those kindred souls
Vagabonds who know the road
Everyone is welcome
It's like a home away from home
'Cause we've got something we all love to do
Passing the guitar and playing tunes
And now it's 6am in Georgia
And we've all got stuff to do
I don't know when I'll see ya
But I know that when I do
We'll sing some songs and play guitars
We'll pick up where we left off
'Cause we're all just travelers passing through