Lyrics

The travelin’ man has callused hands
And dirt covered boots
His weathered skin and tired grin
Show no signs of his youth

His deep set eyes they hold the lies
That weigh this gypsy down
On second glance there’s a tall stance
The old man is walkin’ proud

What that stranger’s lookin’ for
Nobody seems to know
it’s just a stone’s throw (4x)

He’s just a stone’s throw to the mother load
The road that he calls home
Where he goes and the stranger knows
There’s a story to be told

Life, love, tears, blood
It’s all around the bend
He walks on by another mile
on the road that never ends

What that stranger’s lookin’ for
Nobody seems to know
It’s just a stone’s throw (4x)

© Jennifer Swick and Jeff Birkland

Performance Credits:
Lead Vocals - Jennifer Swick Birkland
Guitar - Jeff Birkland
Bass - Bart Kilpatrick
Drums - Erik Michelet