You travelled further than I could only dream
You sang about freedom and that old Columbia stream
You spoke for the outlaws as they were put to shame
The whole time it was never about money or fame
Beaten by hurricanes and rattled by the dust
Fires that tried to turn your family to rust
Hard travelin' man
Hard travelin' man
your feet have hit the rocks and has turned them into sand
where do I go when I need to be moving ahead
Roads lead to nowhere and the travelling spirits dead
This world has forgotten how to live out in the cold
No-one to teach us but we see through the lies we're told
We're told we have nothing but we don't get cold at night
As long as there food on the table there's no need to fight
Hard travelin' man
Hard travelin' man
your feet have hit the rocks and has turned them into sand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem