I am a travelling man I have no country. And travelling people are my kin by birth. No chains will keep me from my destination. And far flung are my footsteps on this earth. There's something in my mind that makes me. Something in the wind that takes me. Like the dust I'm blown out on the street again. Restless highway. I need to leave this town behind. Restless highway. Some sweeter country on my mind. You'll hear my footsteps. Wherever this rocky road will wind. This empty restless highway is my home. By way of trade I'm anything you fancy. I'll solder pots or milk your gurning cow. I'll shine your shoes or sew your silver buttons. I'll blunt your nose or sharpen up your plough. There's something in my mind that makes me. Something in the wind that takes me. Like the dust I'm blown out on the street again. Restless highway. I need to leave this town behind. Restless highway. Some sweeter country on my mind. You'll hear my footsteps. Wherever this rocky road will wind. This empty restless highway is my home. Oh this empty restless highway is my home