Johnny Connors

My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man

My people have been traveling since time it first began

With my horse and covered wagon and my family by my side

Grazing the long acre, I traveled far and wide

I met Bridie Maughan my sweet wife on a fair day in Rathkeale

She was the finest traveling girl that ever wore a shawl

We worked the tin around Galway on up to Ballinasloe

For a traveler 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 traveling 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 it's guards and jailers and JCB's to roll big boulders in

Temporary dwellings are prohibited

Innocent little traveling 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

Travelers are not wanted here but there's no place left to go

My name is Johnny Connors I am a traveling man

I've taken everything that's been thrown at me

Now it's time to make a stand