Lyrics

Wednesday night at 6 o'clock
She opens up the bar
Like a hundred times before
He walks in with his guitar
"I didn't know you were playing tonight,
It's good to see you here"
He doesn't drink the hard stuff anymore
So she pours an ice cold beer

She don't know where he's going
She don't know where he's been

Living the life of a traveling man
Road weary
Playing his music anywhere he can
Road Weary
Never found a woman who could understand
Road Weary Troubadour
What's he doing it for?

Now he plays 3 sets a night
And he doesn't miss a note
Plays a bunch of cover tunes
A couple of ones he wrote
The drunks they smile and sing along
Not knowing a single word
Tomorrow will they remember
The music that they heard

They don't know where he's going
They don't know where he's been

Living the life of a traveling man
Road weary
Playing his music anywhere he can
Road Weary
Never found a woman who could understand
Road Weary Troubadour
What's he doing it for?

Back in 1998 they were 5 guys in a van
One by one they fell away
Giving up on the band
He's the only one who had the drive
The one who wouldn't quit
Early on he made a choice
And now he lives with it

He don't know where he's going
He don't know where he's been

Thursday morning 2 AM
She closes up the bar
The room is empty now
As he packs up his guitar
"You sounded really good tonight,
I love the one about the little child"
Good to know she's listening
It makes it all worthwhile

He don't know where he's going
But he knows where he's been

Living the life of a traveling man
Road weary
Playing his music anywhere he can
Road Weary
Never found a woman who could understand
Road Weary Troubadour
What's he doing it for?