I’m a traveling man
Made a lot of stops, all over the world
But in every part, I own the heart
Of at least one lovely girl.
I have a pretty senorita
Waiting for me
When I get back to LA
And all the girls that I ran through
When I was in cancun
I still don’t know their names
Oh my georgia beach down in ATL
Calls me everyday
And my brooklyn girl back in NYC
Meets me at JFK
Pretty pouerto rican baby I met at the bar
I remember the time
I left the studio late
But you fixed me a plate
And then you let me spend the night
Oh I’m a traveling man
Yes I’m a traveling man
Oh I’m a traveling man
