WORDS AND MUSIC by Bob Seger Up with the sun, gone with the wind, She always said I was lazy. Leavin my home, leavin my friends, Runnin when things get too crazy. Out on the road, out neath the stars, Feelin the breeze, passin the cars. Women have come, women have gone Everyone trying to cage me Some were so sweet, I barely got free Others, they only enraged me Sometimes at night, I see their faces I feel the traces they left on my soul Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul Travelin man, love when I can Turn loose my hand cause Im goin' Travelin man, catch if you can But sooner than later Im goin' Travelin man /F# Travelin man, yes I am Sometimes at night, I see their faces, I feel the traces they left on my soul Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul Those are the memories that make me a wealthy soul These are the memories that made me a wealthy soul. *(For live version segue into Beautiful Loser.)*