Story Behind The Song
While in Natchitoches, LA saw a typical tourist walking down Front Street...black socks with sandals and a camera around his neck. I thought man, do you know how out of place you look here? From there the song was born.
Song Description
Song for those who never seem to be home, but always find the wonderful places that other places offer.
| Song Length |
2:06 |
Genre |
Country - Rockabilly, Country - Honky Tonk |
Lyrics
VERSE 1:
You can tell from my camera that I?m not from here
But I sure do like your little town
It?s quaint and it ain?t like no other
That I have ever found
So let me take my pictures
And drop some cash
Into your local economy
Then it?s on down the road
To where who knows
Another dot on the map waiting for me
CHORUS:
Cause I?m always a tourist
I?m never at home
I just can?t resist this urge to roam
Always a tourist
Don?t get attached to me
There are too many places
That I?ve yet to see
VERSE 2:
There once was a girl in Pokepsie
Who almost made me stay
But something in her smile and her wink made me think
That I had best be on my way
So I just paid my tab
And said ?Thank you ma?am?
As I walked out that door
And it was on down the road
To where who knows
Some place that I ain?t been before
REPEAT CHORUS
© 2004 DC Sills