The Traveller Lyrics - James Reyne

Well it's a hard time for the traveller 

And it's a high time for the poor 

Something's very wrong here 

This key won't fit the door 

I'm gonna call a lawyer 

Gonna call the president 

Sure I heard the words you said 

I just don't know what you meant 

Chorus 

Won't manhandle anymore 

Just wanna tell the world I'm home 

Yes I'm home 

Slide over baby 

Your bad dream's back again 

Got a rifle - totin' man 

He's got a shot-gun in his hand 

We don't care no more 

We've got a dead - bolt on the door 

Tonight we're gonna see who wins 

We're gonna suffer for our sins 

We're gonna knock down all the windows 

We're gonna let the cold wind blow 

Chorus 

I don't understand the bother 

Appreciate the fuss 

Fogging up the windows 

On a big fat greyhound bus 

Everybody's talkin' 

There's such a carry on 

By the time they form a posse' 

I'll be long gone 

I'm home 

I'm back 

I'm home 

Ooh alright baby 

Your bad dream's back again