The Man Who Was Born To Travel

If somebody does write his life's story in book sales it would do quite well
For it would make for interesting reading and thousands of copies would sell
He has been in so many Countries and he has worked in many a town
And the wanderlust it is still in him perhaps he'll never settle down
One who has been with many women though he never did take a wife
He is not the type of a fellow who could stay with a woman for life
He does not know if he has fathered children as he is one who likes to move on
And to him the past is just a memory of something that has been and gone
A man who has drunk lots of alcohol of beer and whiskey and wine
His physical prime  is behind him next year he will be forty nine
But he still has the yearn for travel two months for him in one place a long stay
Tomorrow he will be driving in his red ute to another town up the highway
The bug of the wander still in him though his once brown hair now silver gray
The man who was born to travel will travel till his life's final day.