Travelers Itch
A tall man waited,
His woman was gone.
She had a travellers itch,
The need to move,
She never settled down.
Working hard,
she was a true cowgirl
Worth the wait he always said.
She hit town after town, lived in her truck
He waited, kept the house at home.
One day she came,
She looked at him,
and then she knew.
He said your traveling days are over,
Your workin time is done.
No matter how many hours you log,
how far you go,
the work is never done.
So come stay with me,
Be my partner
My best freind.
She smiled and said ok.
Her workin days were over,
she missed the time of
Open feilds, and rangy cattle,
The smell of a brandin fire.
But She'd not trade in a single day
With that man she'd loved.
They had a home, a baby,
A couple real good dogs.
She loved him, and he loved her,
And a home they'd finally made.
And he said she was worth the wait,
And she said she'd found what she'd been searching for.
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