[D]My[C] name is Johnny[G] Connors, [C]I am a travelling [D]man
My[C] people have been[G] travelling since time it
first be[C]gan
With [C]my horse and covered[G] wagon
And my [C]family by my[G] side
[C]Grazing the long [G]acre,
I travelled far and [C]wide
I met Bridie Maughan my sweet wife
On a fair day in Rathkeale
She was the finest travelling girl that ever wore
a shawl.
We worked the tin around Galway
On up to Ballinasloe
For a traveller with a horse to sell
It was the place to
go
We sold the old linoleum, swapped carpets for old pine
But as the years passed on, the travelling life
Got harder
all the time.
Where have all the halting places gone
All them friendly doors
Where we'd haul spring water from the well
And
sell paper flowers
Now its guards and jailers and JCB's
To roll big boulders in
Temporary dwellings are prohibited
Innocent
little travelling children
Lost out on them streets
Sons and daughters on the wine and lying 'round me feet
As they try to dull the hurt and pain
The rejection that's imposed
Travellers are not wanted here
But there's
no place left to go.
My name is Johnny Connors
I am a travelling man
I've taken everything that's been thrown at me,
Now I'm going
to take a stand.
