Now many a road my feet have known, full many a street and lane So many people I have known, their pleasure and their pain And when I reach my journey's end, to take my final rest ... I'll know of all the lives to live, a travelin' life was best.
He slows again on the last line, with a faint reminiscent smile.
So if the road is calling you, your spirit on the wing ... Then walk a mile in beggar shoes and crown yourself a king! And if the ladies speak you fair, and steal your heart away -- Well, kiss 'em once for me, old boy, and wend your merry way!
He plays the last chorus twice, his voice climbing to finish on a high note, punctuated by one final triumphant chord.
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So many people I have known, their pleasure and their pain
And when I reach my journey's end, to take my final rest ...
I'll know of all the lives to live, a travelin' life was best.
He slows again on the last line, with a faint reminiscent smile.
So if the road is calling you, your spirit on the wing ...
Then walk a mile in beggar shoes and crown yourself a king!
And if the ladies speak you fair, and steal your heart away --
Well, kiss 'em once for me, old boy, and wend your merry way!
He plays the last chorus twice, his voice climbing to finish on a high note, punctuated by one final triumphant chord.