Gordon Bok - Travelling people

I'm a freeborn man of the ^Ctravelling ^Ampeople ^D Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am ^Gnumbered ^D Country lanes and by^Gways were always ^Cmy ^Gways I ^Cnever ^Gfancied ^Dbeing ^Flum^Gbered

Oh, we knew the woods and the ^Cresting ^Amplaces ^D And a small bird sang when wintertime was ^Gover ^D Then we'd pack our loads ^Gand be on the ^Croad ^GThose were ^Cgood old ^Gtimes, ^Dbut they're ^Fov^Ger

In the open road you can ^Cstop and ^Amlinger ^D For a week or two, for time was not our ^Gmaster ^D Then away you'd jog ^Gwith your horse and ^Cdog ^GNice and ^Ceasy, ^Gno need ^Dto go ^Ffas^Gter

Sometimes we'd meet up wi' ^Cother ^Ampeople ^D For the news or swapping family infor^Gmation ^D At the country fair, ^Gwe'd be meeting ^Cthere ^GAll the ^Cpeople ^Gof the ^Dtravelling ^Fna^Gtion

All you freeborn men of the ^Ctravelling ^Ampeople ^D Every tinker, rolling stone and gypsy ^Grover ^D Winds of change are blowing,^G old ways are ^Cgo^Ging Your ^Ctravelling ^Gdays will ^Dsoon be ^Fov^Ger ^DWinds of change are blowing,^G old ways are ^Cgo^Ging Your ^Ctravelling ^Gdays will ^Dsoon be ^Fov^Ger

I'm a freeborn man of the ^Ctravelling ^Ampeople ^D Got no fixed abode, with nomads I am ^Gnumbered ^D Country lanes and by^Gways were always ^Cmy ^Gways I ^Cnever ^Gfancied ^Dbeing ^Flum^Gbered