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This is a slightly ironic, slightly jazzy folk song that I wrote on piano but play on guitar.

(intro)
I've been to france in a silver aeroplane
Drunk sangria in spain
smoked a cigar, seen the eiffel tower
and I came back home again

(verse 1)
I've seen many a thing traveling round
Many a strange event
In spain a man stole the chicken from my plate
oh how I laughed
But he was hungry, he had a mouth to feed
And who knows what else besides
I don't begrudge him a simple meal
I won't criticize

(chorus)
There's one thing you can say about traveling
it's a dangerous business indeed
Step out of your door, and you can never be sure
Where your feet will take you
It may make or break you
So I'll pack up my bags
won't look back
I'll be home again
nothing wrong with that
but traveling's what I need

(verse 2)
I've seen moonshine on a venice canal
A clarinet playing at night
The moon put wind in my sail
The sun gave me a fright
WHen I woke up
It was there on the ceiling
How did it get so high?
I rushed out to see some sights
Before it died

(chorus)
There's one thing you can say about traveling
it's a dangerous business indeed
Step out of your door, and you can never be sure
Where your feet will take you
It may make or break you
I'll pack up my bags
won't look back
I'll be home again
nothing wrong with that
but traveling's what I need