My traveling star, my traveling star
 Watch over all of those born St. Christopher's Day
 Old road dog, young runaway
 They hunger for home but they cannot stay
 They wait by the door
 They stand and they stare
 They're already out of there
 They're already out of there

 My daddy used to ride the rails
 So they say, so they say
 Soft as smoke and as tough as nails
 Boxcar Jones, old walking man
 Coming back home was like going to jail
 The sheets and the blankets and babies and all
 No he never did come back home
 Never that I recall

 Nevermind the wind
 Nevermind the rain
 Nevermind the road leading home again
 Never asking why
 Never knowing when
 Every now and then
 There he goes again

 She had a cat and a dog named Blue
 My traveling star, my traveling star
 A big old stove and a fireplace, too
 Old road dog, young runaway
 She told me loved me like it was true
 I knew I should stay
 I knew I would go
 Run run run away
 Run run run away, boy

 Run before the wind
 Run before the rain
 Over yonder hill
 Just around the bend
 Never knowing why
 Never knowing when
 Every now and then
 There you go again

 Tie me up and hold me down
 Oh, my traveling star
 Bury my feet down in the ground
 Oh, old road dog
 Claim my name from the lost and found
 And let me believe this is where I belong
 Shame on me for sure
 For one more highway song

 My traveling star
 My traveling star