I traveled those fairgrounds and all those great shows
to find me some gypsies that i ne'er did know
i searched for those kings with dark skin and more
with words that twer couse and hides saddle sore
i met with some tinkers and hawkers by trade
i met up with a teller of fortune and slaves
i mixed with the bests the Shaw's and the pride
of England's travelings circus with dark roving eyes
i glimpsed their fair world of satin and lace
with drapes that did flow n smiles pon their face
their ponies were wild and the dogs they did bark
they lit up their candles and lamps in the dark
their tales they were long and they gave me a thrill
their stories were old and they spun that great wheel
their vardos were tall ans their stew it was rich
they traveled this land through heathers and ditch
i was born with the look of a traveling man
they called me a gypsy wherever i am
my folks they were destined to warrant a wish
as they stumbled through life with the sign of the fish
the wheels they did roll and the pen it was wet
with fables and songs that flowed from their nets
their hair it was dark and their skin it was tan
their eyes looked you over and into the man
i never found kings or queens of my clan
i guess il remain just a traveling man
with eyes that light up when i hear the wheels spin
when the fairgrounds organs playing when the gypsy gal sings