Traveling Man
At first I drove on
With him standing there
But I turned around
And gave him money I could spare
He was from California
And wanted to go back
He had no money at all
But had a bottle in a sack
He said his name was Mario
And he shook my hand
And I felt good inside
That I could help this man
I felt like a winner
For the money I gave
And hoped he would buy dinner
And from booze stay away
The last time I saw him
He was headed somewhere new
With a bus ticket in his pocket
And a dollar bill or two