The Travelers Conversation

She asked him, “Where you headed”
He said, “Same as you”

We’re all going to our graves my dear
I’m taking the long way there

Me, I came up the hard road, she said
got here quick as I could

Then asked him if he would mind it much
if she kindly tagged along

Well my way is a tangle, he said
and I stop a lot to tend to knots
but it’s not my road to tell

Till then, he said, and tipped his hat
and bid her, fair thee well

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