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PERFORMING ARTISTS
American Music Club
American Music Club
Performer
Mark Eitzel
Mark Eitzel
Vocals
Daniel Pearson
Daniel Pearson
Bass Guitar
Tim Mooney
Tim Mooney
Drums
Vudi
Vudi
Guitar
Bruce Kaplan
Bruce Kaplan
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lee Hays
Lee Hays
Songwriter
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Paterno
John Paterno
Assistant Engineer
Tchad Blake
Tchad Blake
Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
MITCHELL FROOM
MITCHELL FROOM
Producer

Lyrics

The love cry of the traveling man goes No one knows who I am But I'm as priceless as a brass ring That's losing the heat from your hand A quiet man sits quietly, learning his lesson The slow smooth wheel of disintegration You don't want them to talk to you No you don't want to take part You say, "Just get me back to the leper colony 'Cause that's where you left my heart" I feel time pass by like a joy, no medicine can preserve Somewhere along the line, I lost my nerve Maybe I'm almost there Maybe I'm almost there And maybe I'm almost there Maybe I'm almost there Give me the keys to your theme park Bury me under your layer of snow And watch me ride all the rides Around and around I go I don't know if I've reached the bottom yet And I don't know if the ice has finally begun to set I feel time pass like a joy, I tried so hard to relearn But somewhere along the line, I passed the point of no return Maybe I'm almost there Maybe I'm almost there Yeah, maybe, maybe I'm almost there Maybe I'm almost there The love cry of the traveling man goes No one knows who I am But I'm as priceless as a brass ring That lost the heat from your hand
Writer(s): John Mark Eitzel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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