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. Ohh I'm a traveling man. Yes I'm a traveling man. Ohh I'm a traveling man