he's a foot traveler
he walks all over town
all by his lonesome
with no one else around
he walks on the sidewalk
he walks on the street
he walks right on up to
the people he meets
and when he is finished
he doesn't walk back home
where exactly he goes
is completely unknown
he's a foot traveler
walks all over the places
his shoes may be worn
but there's a smile on his face
he walks in the morning
and late afternoon
he thinks about freedom
as he whistles a tune
and when he is finished
there's nothing to say
he packs up his knowledge
and just walks away
he's a foot traveler
it's what he must do
he's looking for someone
reminiscent of you
and if he should find her
she won't be well hid
he'll probably do
the same thing I did
and when he is finished
here's what he'll do
keep right on walking
until he runs into
someone who'll love him
that's exactly like you
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