The Lower 48 - Traveling Tune lyrics

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<b>Traveling Tune</b> by <i>The Lower 48</i><br />I left Chicago with the summer time

As the yawning nights drew to a close

Couldn't get the smell of grass and cheap red wine

Out of my mind

Headlights on for it was growing dim

Like signal fires to the moon

Young and free and on my own again

Whistling a traveling tune

Whistling a traveling tune

The map sprawls out like a prophecy

The road paves over an old wound

Though my soul is like a flock of geese

Headed home to soon

Whistling a traveling tune