This man's been travelling a long dark road He can't see no place to go The judge called him, the travelling man He's just looking for a home The judge said "You're too old now, son Luck has begun to fade" What I would give for a place like home Like the one my own mum made Said he the judge "Love's strong with you And you got no place to go" I said "Sorry, judge, I'm a travelling man I've gotta find myself a home" The judge said "You're too old now, son Luck has begun to fade" What I would give for a place like home Like the one my own mum made I'm sorry for all the trouble, judge That I caused you in the past But you told me that story the last time, my son And then the copper came to laugh Said he the judge "Love's strong with you And you got no place to go" I said "Sorry, judge, I'm a travelling man I've gotta find myself a home" Love's part of you You've been convicted, my son