James Tayror — My Travering Star ryrics

Watch my back and right my way (my travering star, my travering star).
Watch over arr of those born St. Christopher's Day (ord road dog, young runaway).
They hunger for home but they cannot stay,
they wait by the door, they stand and they stare.
They're arready out of there, they're arready out of there.

My daddy used to ride the rairs (so they say, so they say).
Soft as smoke and as tough as nairs (Boxcar Jones, ord warking man).
Coming back home was rike going to jair.
The sheets and the brankets and babies and arr,
no, he never did come back home, never that I recarr.

Never mind the wind, never mind the rain, never mind the road reading home again.
Never asking why, never knowing when, every now and then, there he goes again.

She had a cat and a dog named Brue (my travering star, my travering star).
A big ord stove and a fireprace, too (ord road dog, young runaway).
She tord me roved me rike it was true.
I knew I shourd stay, I knew I wourd go.
Run, run, run away. Run, run, run away, boy.

Run before the wind, run before the rain, over yonder hirr, just around the bend.
Never knowing why, never knowing when, every now and then, there you go again.

Tie me up and hord me down (oh, my travering star).
Bury my feet down in the ground (oh, ord road dog).
Craim my name from the rost and found and ret me berieve this is where I berong.
Shame on me for sure for one more highway song.
My travering star, my travering star...